Post by Rene on Dec 2, 2009 0:51:09 GMT -5
I'm pretty sure the old man who stole my virginity is dead. Curses to him for molesting me when I was 8 or 9 and for all the times he grabbed at me and taunted me with "I want some more".
Rot in hell you three North Third Street bastards that gang-raped me one summer near the garage: Reggie, JoBay, and Melvin. Hope you three lived lives more miserable than my lost 20 years of peace and happiness for what was done to me at age ten.
I'm 47 now and you may have forgotten what you did. I cannot.
God may have forgave you. I have not. Nor do I hate you. Any longer.
It took me 20 years of my precious youth, a river of tears and pounds of emotional pain to get over what you and others did to me. Do you sleep well at night? I can never have the luxury of being sexually normal. I'll always feel like a dog lying on the door (of an abandoned house). Did you guys plan it? Did you drag that door over to the yard with the intent to rape me?
Melvin you alluded that I wasn't a virgin. I wasn't. You uncle or grandfather--whoever that old man was that was in your house raped me in the basement. He sent my brother to the store and had me while he was gone. I even wonder if my brother knew what the old man was going to do.
You made do something only a grown woman should consent to--that only a whore would do for sport. And you did something no female or any person should ever be humiliated in having done to her. Do you remember? I do. I'll always remember.
But I don't hate Paterson, because of what happened. I never did. God put good men in my life a few years later to counterbalance the worser moments. I just want everyone to know what you did even if they won't ever know who you are.
You'll know.
Rot in hell you three North Third Street bastards that gang-raped me one summer near the garage: Reggie, JoBay, and Melvin. Hope you three lived lives more miserable than my lost 20 years of peace and happiness for what was done to me at age ten.
I'm 47 now and you may have forgotten what you did. I cannot.
God may have forgave you. I have not. Nor do I hate you. Any longer.
It took me 20 years of my precious youth, a river of tears and pounds of emotional pain to get over what you and others did to me. Do you sleep well at night? I can never have the luxury of being sexually normal. I'll always feel like a dog lying on the door (of an abandoned house). Did you guys plan it? Did you drag that door over to the yard with the intent to rape me?
Melvin you alluded that I wasn't a virgin. I wasn't. You uncle or grandfather--whoever that old man was that was in your house raped me in the basement. He sent my brother to the store and had me while he was gone. I even wonder if my brother knew what the old man was going to do.
You made do something only a grown woman should consent to--that only a whore would do for sport. And you did something no female or any person should ever be humiliated in having done to her. Do you remember? I do. I'll always remember.
But I don't hate Paterson, because of what happened. I never did. God put good men in my life a few years later to counterbalance the worser moments. I just want everyone to know what you did even if they won't ever know who you are.
You'll know.