Brother of mine,
Make me feel fine,
The priest down the way,
Did start me in this direction I say…
It was his collar,
As well he did offer a dollar,
He and you both did make me holler,
Though I would have wished my virginity saved,
But I was smaller, both of you taller…
Pain for me, pleasure for you,
You made me feel quite altogether blue,
I thought you said I would like it,
But instead I bleed and have no clue,
Why must this happen, why from who I trust, you…?
© ed ~ 2/20/06
Take care,
Sherry
No wonder you've lost faith in God, when two "trusted" men of the cloth abused you. I'm sorry this happened to you. If it were me in charge of judging (and thank God I'm not), they'd be history. No question. Bastards don't deserve to live, betraying innocent lives.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. You're in my prayers.
Love Tinka
Eileen