PART 1

It’s hard not to question the sincerity of your intentions when my childhood was barricaded by paranoi- i mean parenting. Not one slumber party, not one hormonal teenage delinquent soiree. I say that to say this…it could have been me. I could have been her. Stolen from this world, might as well have stolen me from birth. This right I have to live in this body gifted to me, NOT to be  blinded by my own desperation and a too good to be true opportunity…

PART 2

When did it become okay to steal, kill, and destroy the premature futures of vulnerable boys and girls. Hunting down women and children as their prey. This war is not against flesh and blood, yet it’s hard not to place feelings of hatred and disdain on such an evil face.

PART 3

Honor your mother and father and your days shall be long.

Now I understand your pleads for me to come home early from prom, and not to stay out too long.

It wasn’t in me you had your doubts,

But as you remembered the times you held my palm, it’s in the world in which you had your qualms.

Honor your mother and father they say, and your days shall be long, I pray.

PART 4

I’m sorry that your temple was abused, evilly mistaken for something they could misuse.

I’m sorry they placed a price on a soul that was bought by the blood of Christ

I’m sorry that your life will never be the same, but I pray that one day, you’ll find purpose in the pain and give God glory and praise His name.

I’m sorry.