They said we will find love when we search, they said it will come when we least expect it to, they said it taste better than any fruit and they also said it will wipe all tears away….. MARA
Did they forget to mention the poor child on the dark corner of the street next to his dying mum, she is trying to live for him but she only has one life, the world doesn’t care for, “my son will live,please God help him live.”
“oh Lord, if you spare her life, if you let my mama live,i will trust you for ever, I promise I will believe. “will he?
Are we all bitter?
The tenders girl child’s cry, it was painful… He did rape her, over and over again, now that child is eighteen and a prostitute… No she’s not, she’s the product of her father’s violence!
The man fully dressed in suit and a bow tie, with a tattoo on his nose, ohh you have no idea, that man has scars fully adorned on his back and chest…and that tattoo is nothing but a cover. How can he tell you,that his mother tried murdering him times without number!
She ran off at sixteen now she’s with a disease, it’s life threatening and there is no one to love her… She is quiet but that won’t change, the virus is killing her every day.
We live in a world where we are embrace by circumstances but what’s more painful is the inability to share.
What should I tell the world they will always judge us, we don’t belong, we all have scars we all are ashamed, we are embarrassed and we have embrace who we are not. We are hiding from the world and even when they try to reach out to us, we already have a name. We are called MARA .
“can I live again, can I have a life again.No, I can’t, am damaged beyond repair. “she cried bitterly.
I wanted to tell her, I wanted to hug her tight,extend my heart of love to her.. But just like a gate, she had strongholds.
She won’t believe, she only fears. She fears tomorrow,the Dark Shadows that accompanied it.
Her fifth abortion hurt, she killed the only child she could ever carry. Oh he didn’t want it, no body blamed him. It was all her, she didn’t stay put”she opened those long legs”he raise blames.
I was only but seven and sex was nothing but a punishment, for days that I did wrong, days I misplaced the money I was sent to buy food, days I didn’t greet the boys called men in the neighborhood. I was only seven, no one ever told me, what it was like. “please don’t judge me “. I grew up hating the idea of sharing the same bed with a man, I grew up believing a man’s place is in hell,not underneath my pants!
I suffered my mother’s pain, the courage and power to hit him back build faster than I imagined. One night I lost it, hit him, over and over again. The pain felt like nothing compared to what mama felt, I wanted him to feel more, to fear, to scream for help like she always do. So I got the knife and butchered him… I bore holes in his heart and when I awoke the next day, he was hitting mama again, nothing happened… He survived with an extra punching back, now I receive most of the blows and hate!
there are many ways to choose, a lot more to walk. don’t follow the path that’s leads to death, that path sure seems good but it’s wide enough to let you down.
To be continued…
I had like to thank everyone that shared,i couldn’t say much,i listened carefully with tears in my eyes.
the pain we have buried in everyday of our lives I like to see that change, I want to hear us share.
there is one think I am certain about
it’s either your experience makes you stronger or softer,which ever turn you take. Treat others differently, live differently, love and forgive without holding back.
Is someone asking if it’s possible to live sweetly after being called Mara?
Yes(with Christ) all things are possible..
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