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April 2nd 2000
4/2/00.....
I remember this date well...
This is the day I came home from work
at 7:30 in the evening,and found my daughter
crying...alone in her room
This is the day that changed our lives forever.
she wouldnt tell me what was wrong...
yet she cried like she was dying...
She tried to speak but no words came...
then my stomache began to burn....call it
a mother's intuition
because I knew...as I turned around and looked
at my then boyfriend....as he half hid outside her
bedroom door...I knew...
He had hurt my baby.
Her anguish poured through me like acid
liquifying my spirit as it ran down the inseams of my heart
and mingled with what was left....of my baby's innocence
I remember this day....
as I picked my precious little girl up....and carried her to
the bathroom.... tears running down my face...
as the blood ran down her legs....
I ran her a bath...and told her to wait for me...
as I locked the door behind me....
I remember this day...because this is the day
I went temporarily insane...as I walked down the hall
past this bastard of a man, and into my kitchen.
I kept my sharpest knifes in a rack over the island
I remember this day...because he actually asked me
what I was cooking for dinner...as I sharpended my butcher
knife for what seemed like 15 minutes...
"what are we having for dinner?" I repeated...
"well that's easy",I said "we are having your balls of course!"
and with that statement...I believe I left my body
because all I wanted to do...
was feel my blade slice his flesh.
He knocked over my big screen T.V getting away from me
screaming "I didnt touch her!"
as I flew out the front door...
with murder on my mind.
In the midst of it all
some one saw my crazy ass running after him
Then the cops came.
I showed them my daughter...
and one of the officers cried...right in front of me.
Then...they caught him....and promised me...
He would pay.
Yeah....I remember that day well.
As I read his obituary...
He was killed in jail after serving 8 years.
and all I want to do...
Is spit on his grave.
I remember this date well...
This is the day I came home from work
at 7:30 in the evening,and found my daughter
crying...alone in her room
This is the day that changed our lives forever.
she wouldnt tell me what was wrong...
yet she cried like she was dying...
She tried to speak but no words came...
then my stomache began to burn....call it
a mother's intuition
because I knew...as I turned around and looked
at my then boyfriend....as he half hid outside her
bedroom door...I knew...
He had hurt my baby.
Her anguish poured through me like acid
liquifying my spirit as it ran down the inseams of my heart
and mingled with what was left....of my baby's innocence
I remember this day....
as I picked my precious little girl up....and carried her to
the bathroom.... tears running down my face...
as the blood ran down her legs....
I ran her a bath...and told her to wait for me...
as I locked the door behind me....
I remember this day...because this is the day
I went temporarily insane...as I walked down the hall
past this bastard of a man, and into my kitchen.
I kept my sharpest knifes in a rack over the island
I remember this day...because he actually asked me
what I was cooking for dinner...as I sharpended my butcher
knife for what seemed like 15 minutes...
"what are we having for dinner?" I repeated...
"well that's easy",I said "we are having your balls of course!"
and with that statement...I believe I left my body
because all I wanted to do...
was feel my blade slice his flesh.
He knocked over my big screen T.V getting away from me
screaming "I didnt touch her!"
as I flew out the front door...
with murder on my mind.
In the midst of it all
some one saw my crazy ass running after him
Then the cops came.
I showed them my daughter...
and one of the officers cried...right in front of me.
Then...they caught him....and promised me...
He would pay.
Yeah....I remember that day well.
As I read his obituary...
He was killed in jail after serving 8 years.
and all I want to do...
Is spit on his grave.
Published 28th Jun 2012
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28th Jun 2012 3:53am
Reading this through glazed eyes filled with tears, willing them not to fall! xoxo
28th Jun 2012 8:56pm
28th Jun 2012 5:08am
Someone rather famous said, "In our sleep, pain which cannot forget falls drop by drop upon the heart until, in our own despair, against our will, comes wisdom through the awful grace of God.”
The fact that you were able to write about something like this is a testament to your strength.
The fact that you were able to write about something like this is a testament to your strength.
28th Jun 2012 9:03pm
Very True Jazz....
I was moved to write this since my daughter and grandson now live in kentucky....
we have spent alot of time talking about the past..
I was moved to write this since my daughter and grandson now live in kentucky....
we have spent alot of time talking about the past..
28th Jun 2012 6:55am
Oh My Firebyrd..I have goosebumps one my flesh..I have suffered a violent attack myself and I know the pain..I am sorry hun..this is heartwrenhing..Fcxx huggssss
28th Jun 2012 9:05pm
Fcxx thank you...this was very hard to write...
and even harder to have went through...
but my daughter and I are closer now.
thankyou for reading
and even harder to have went through...
but my daughter and I are closer now.
thankyou for reading
28th Jun 2012 3:09pm
Fire; I could not finish reading this piece, after the first few lines I was reliving something similar that happened to my daughter. That was a dark horrible time, all I wanted was to murder the bastard that hurt my baby. When I tell you that much of my family had to keep me away from him it is no lie, he had to move.
Much prayer and healing for you and your daughter.
An observation That I learned: Although the child(lord bless her) is the victim the mother suffer the longest, because, we have sworn to protect our children with our lives if need be, and when something like this happens we feel we failed them. No matter how much time passes(it's been 20yrs) that feeling of hurt and failure never dissipates...
Peace, love and light
gypsy red
Much prayer and healing for you and your daughter.
An observation That I learned: Although the child(lord bless her) is the victim the mother suffer the longest, because, we have sworn to protect our children with our lives if need be, and when something like this happens we feel we failed them. No matter how much time passes(it's been 20yrs) that feeling of hurt and failure never dissipates...
Peace, love and light
gypsy red
28th Jun 2012 9:10pm
Thankyou Gypsy...
at the time I didnt think we would survive it...
this man was a demon in the flesh a seducer and a heathen,and Me ands my family lef tthe town because all his familly lived where we were and it ws gonna be some blood shed if I stayed.
thank you for reading ... and sharing.
at the time I didnt think we would survive it...
this man was a demon in the flesh a seducer and a heathen,and Me ands my family lef tthe town because all his familly lived where we were and it ws gonna be some blood shed if I stayed.
thank you for reading ... and sharing.
28th Jun 2012 9:23pm
This is so gripping and powerful. It has to be a catharsis for you inspite of it's dark tone......sometimes it's best to release that beast of hate and anger that lies inside. Tis the only way that you will survive, rise and live again. I was deeply moved by this.
28th Jun 2012 11:41pm
Kind and lovely lady this write moved me deeply..stirring in me emotions I thought I had pushed to the back of my mind..it's gut wrenching to read such raw pain and I feel your justified rage..let it all bleed out through your pen and in the end maybe find some peace..much love to you and your daughter Crim
