his hateful words
fly into my face
the froth of rage and ravagement
cover my being
i’ll not forget the date soon
all exposed with my dress up
this change from innocent to damaged goods
it hardens my soul
as a white trail of semen
rolls down my leg
this sunday he’d preached love
but i could only feel and say hateful things
in the rectory late in the day
my parents writhing in agony
me, cold and still afraid
I Write Her 
Packs a punch Susi. And worse, they get away with it.
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Yes, but not as many anymore. The Catholic Church is under so much scrutiny now.
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So it should be.
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Agreed.
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You are brave!
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Only brave to write about the topic. I’ve not experienced this.
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Quite powerful
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Thank you, Christine!
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Wow! Susi such well expressed vilification. Great poetry ❤👩🦰🧡🦊🌈
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Thanks, Carolyn! 🙂
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It is hard tto “like” this, and it brings back memories for me but oh boy, I wish I had had the courage to write that. Brilliant work Susi.
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I feel the same way about “liking” a piece sometimes. Life is not always good nor is it always bad, it’s all there to be understood though. And so we write. Hopefully, it will resonate, bring about empathy or inspire. At least, I hope so. Thanks for the praise, Lorraine. ❤
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The message of hate is not how preaching should be done.
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Vileness has no place anywhere.
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No, nowhere.
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