Tuesday, January 27, 2009

Molasses

You ripped the bandaids off my wounds and tore the tape from my eyes. Stabbed me with your knowledge and began to churn my insides. Where I now reside, nothing is as it was, no longer simply BLACK or WHITE but a million shades of GRAY. Each day brings a new discovery, each night a longing I cannot quench. And the stench of my own ignorance causes my soul to retch.
How long will I be complacent? How long will I stand idly by? How long will I continue to allow you to verbally inseminate my mind. Filling my womb with your lies, raping me from the inside out, impregnating me with self loathing and doubt.
Tormented, your words ooze over me like molasses laced with cianide, until every pore is filled with your poison. Praying that the Father will open a vein and drain me dry, deliver me from destitution as I carry my cross and daily I die.

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