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Ring On My Pinky Finger

The Ring On My Pinky Finger Confidence was her attire until she was raped at twelve years old. A bit before menstruation pain entered her confidence and tore away her covering. Naked she has become and never would be her marital status for over 55 years. It was not the plan or dream experienced by her but by her enemy she did nothing to earn. Why do people hate? Where does it come from? From the shores of retaliation, from confused minds doth the bitter destroyer leap from one to the other. Some are identified as demons and others as that just done give a hoot attitude. Left to find for self, gave her a boot to walk in but never the complete outfit. Her choice of clothing was like picking up a piece thrown here and there. No one cared. I thought It took a village to raise a child. She never experiences her childhood and never received proper support. Family ignored and teachers also but through it all GOD kept her mind from splitting like the parts below her waist did. It was he who sheltered her with the skin on her body keeping all inside. The blood that she lost was quickly rebuilt with stride. She is like the woman with the issue of blood who reached out and touched the hem of the Lord’s garment and was made whole. She did not turn cold. I am she and she is me. We are loved by GOD almighty and are presently in HIS care. To other victims like me, look to the hills where cometh your help and the perpetrator who did the harm has some forgiveness to ask for and you are his enemy I bet. He will never ask you for forgiveness because pride comes before the fall. Just fight to abstain from feeling guilty, it was not your fault at all. The pinky ring on my finger is the circumference of a time line that my mind was supposed to be ruined from a man’s high.....but the devil is a lie. Peace, Carolyn Y Palmer

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