Friday, April 04, 2008

a true story, but it's not me

Let me tell you a story

Of an angry young lady

Her world had been torn apart

She was too timid to truly express her anger

So she rebelled in every way she could find

Even though it was not her nature

She met a friend

She loved her friend because her friend was bad

She clung to her friend out of spite

But her friend was bad

Her friend used her

Hurt her

Hurt her hurt till she couldn't take it

And she pushed her friend away

But her friend was powerful

Again her friend hurt her

Again she pushed her friend away

This went on so long that the young lady developed muscles

The kind you need when you stand up for yourself

When you find your voice

And she found her voice

And she said I am angry, this is not right, I shouldn't be treated this way

And people listened

And she felt better

And she became the lovely young lady she was meant to be

No, this is not me but I know this person very well

Posted by brenda at 12:18:38 | Permanent Link | Comments (2) |
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1 - I once knew a lady whose husband would poke her forehead as he talked. She had been in an accident and wore a pack for medication on her back. Each time he poked her it would hurt. Sometimes people don't realize they are being abused or taken advantage of.

I'm so glad your friend found strength and wisdom. It is wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong to use force, words, finance, or love to hurt someone. It's just wrong. (Comment this)

Written by: Anonymous at 2008/04/04 - 15:17:23
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2 - Some people would rather feel pain than nothing.
God will give us courage to change the situation.
What we do with that new found courage is up to us.
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Written by: Bob at 2008/04/04 - 15:52:17
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