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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Sister Wm. Mary I never learned a lesson when I was still a child. My father didn’t have the time so I just ran wild. Mama told me, “God would never leave my side”. But I’ve been alone all my life with no one as a guide. I was a young man on a journey through life. Always wonder how I’d make out when I took a wife. I wanted to be cool but I didn’t understand. Why an under sexed nun would take me by the hand. When she touched me unexpectedly in a private place. I pushed her hand away and she slapped my face. She told me to be still, it isn’t going to hurt. I wondered what she’s thinking as she lifted up my shirt. My teardrops fell my heart beat fast, it seemed to last so long. And as I shook she stroked my hair, I knew that this was wrong. I took the long way home that day hoping for relief. But I knew I could tell no one it’s too hard to believe. And so it went on for the next couple years. I noticed a change when I cried without tears. No one else noticed as I began to withdraw. Not my mother or my father, no one at all. So I fought back the tears and I tried to pretend. I swore that I’d kill her if she touched me again. I asked God to help me but he never came. Then it suddenly dawned on me, I was to blame. Now here I sit weary almost sixty one. Depressed and exhausted with no place to run. So when I was asked who took my cherry, All I can say, “it was sister Wm. Mary”.
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