Beaten to nothingness
By age 5
Years of physical, emotional and spiritual abuse
Years of trying to please
Unsuccessfully
Years of no self-esteem
Years of no self
The pedophile steps forward
Weakness his target
I have no resistance, no strength
He takes me
Makes me
You say 'willing'
Because I don't say No
I can't say No
He trains me
Over and over and over
To be raped
Willingly
The 19 year old took his turn
Gave me Kimberly Ann
I gave Kimberly Ann
Away
Then the bastard
The egocentric manipulator
Didn't care that I wanted
Only that he wanted
He beat me
Broke me
Raped me
And the boss
Taking because he could
Feeling powerful
Because he wasn't
And another boss
Not malicious
Opportunistic
The others had made it easy
At the end of my first 25 years
I only knew
How to be beaten
Broken
And raped
Willingly
30 years later...
No longer beaten
No longer raped
But still broken
Saturday, January 31, 2009
Friday, January 9, 2009
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
Box In Flight
Working in a fast food restaurant can be fun. You'll find it when bantering with the crew and sharing things to laugh about. You'll find it when 'playing' with the customers. And sometimes you find it lying on the floor - such as a box.
A particular box was placed in a direct line to the back door which is its ultimate destination. Great! A source of fun! Walk toward the box and, in stride, lift that box with your foot into the air, sailing it toward the pile of other boxes. Its path goes by the manager's office hidden by the ice machine.
This is an excellent flight! The height and arch will land it precisely.
Oohh, CRAP! The look on Candy's face is utter shock. She seems almost speechless... for a second. She finds her voice. "Who kicked that box?!!" The crew, instantly sober, tries to be oblivious to what happened. The kicker, however, trys to become invisible as blood appears from her split lip and the reddish-purple swelling begins.
You guessed it. Kicking boxes is no longer allowed.
A particular box was placed in a direct line to the back door which is its ultimate destination. Great! A source of fun! Walk toward the box and, in stride, lift that box with your foot into the air, sailing it toward the pile of other boxes. Its path goes by the manager's office hidden by the ice machine.
This is an excellent flight! The height and arch will land it precisely.
Oohh, CRAP! The look on Candy's face is utter shock. She seems almost speechless... for a second. She finds her voice. "Who kicked that box?!!" The crew, instantly sober, tries to be oblivious to what happened. The kicker, however, trys to become invisible as blood appears from her split lip and the reddish-purple swelling begins.
You guessed it. Kicking boxes is no longer allowed.
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