GOD FORGIVE ME !
 

It’s not up to me to discredit you
or protect you , it’s not my aim
To keep your name from the world
because I think you suffered just the same
and Mother said
“It’s not right to speak ill of the dead.”

I wish I could tell it all
of thirty-two years ago
but to punish you now for all this wrong
seems futile now you’re dead
and Mother said
“It’s not right to speak ill of the dead.”

I was awake at the time of your deceit,
and I’ve no desire to defile you, as you did to me
nothing will release this heart of ache.
and Mother said
“It’s not right to speak ill of the dead.”

You never apologised or told me why you hurt me
when you stole my innocence that day
I was barley in my teens
youth and  purity was mine to keep
but you took it all away
and no-one would believe my story.
and Mother said
“Its not right to speak ill of the dead.”

I, but punished for your sins
for your pleasure of me
and for my own protection
they threw away the key
While you walked free and had life easy.
I the victim, was treated as a whore
But it is not I who judges you
only God can do that  you now
and Mother said
“It’s not right to speak ill of the dead.”

Now I must learn to forgive and forget
and in the closet, put the skeletons back
I’ll try to cope and live inside my walls
but these scars are permanent
and I always will remember
and Mother said
“It’s still not right to speak ill of the dead.

© TeAnne  April 16. 1998

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