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It was so long ago
But my mind doesn’t see it that way
And like a channel that only plays reruns
Images of you keep repeating in my mind over and over again
Over the years I tried to reach out to you
But I learned that you didn’t want to know me
We last spoke on the phone with forgiveness in my voice
But the love I once knew was replaced by bitterness
You said I thought you were going stop trying to contact me
I promised that this would be the last time.
I said I just wanted to wish you the best and give myself peace of mind.
But in your voice it was the seething anger and resentment that I could not deny
I said I was sorry for all the hurt, pain and sorrow and if I could correct it I would.
Why cant you forgive me what did I do that was so wrong.
And that is when I learned about what was truly told to you
To my surprise a giant lie, your sister said I raped her, now I understand why
She covered up her actions and turned me into a beast
This explains the hatred, the anger, and resentment you have felt for me.
However it doesn’t excuse the lust of my actions and what really happened
For days, weeks and months your sister groped, kissed and hounded me until I gave in.
Yes I confess to having an affair I tried to be faithful, I tried to be true. I loved you
But your sisters’ sexual lust took control over me she pressed my buttons for her own sexual
need
And even though I tried I was so guilt stricken I lied and said I didn’t love you anymore.
Our break up was created by your sisters’ lustful attraction she lied to cover up her jealous
actions
But with a burning in your voice you didn’t want to believe and so you poured salt onto me
but the next day your phone call confirmed the truth, your older sister confessed to our
agony
but she also said that she was in love with me of which I never knew
suddenly you want to stay in touch, I said that would be too much, again you persisted
Haven’t we endured enough pain to develop a friendship now would be insane, but you again
insisted
All those years ago the lie you were told now I understand why you hated me so.
and with a giant sigh I just started to cry and my heart just melted away
Unfortunately you said time has replaced me with someone new for you
(continued)
We don't see it in our everyday lives.
Its not one of our husbands or wives.
We don't think about it on our daily drives.
I'm here to tell you about the few who survives.
I'm not talking about cancer or some disease.
Its about something that goes on in our borders and over seas.
We need to wake up and walk out of our caves,
because I'm talking about human trafficking and human slaves.
I know its not something you want to talk about,
but its here and all around, no doubt.
Everything I write in this poem is nothing but true.
It is as hard to write as it is to read, I assure you.
In several countries, girls are sent out on a date.
They are sent out at the young age of eight.
No one around to hear their cries in their vicinity.
When a forty year old man steals her virginity.
These girls are ripped from their homes and families and sold.
They can never talk about it, so their stories go untold.
It is disgusting to write this and talk about this crime,
but in some countries, it costs a quarter to sleep with a girl for her first time.
Then with no anesthesia and no pain medication, she sees a surgeon.
She is sown back up and sold to another nation, as a virgin.
Now this next story was told to me in session and is perturbing.
I am a counselor and when she told it to me, I even found it disturbing.
An 11 year old girl and her 13 year old sister were sold as objects.
They were sold for their bodies and for sex.
When the 13 year old was ordered to go with a man to bed,
she refused, and her 11 year old sister saw her get shot in the head.
Sadly, that isn't the worst thing I've been told.
But these girls, always close to my heart is where I hold.
I wrote this so you people can open up your eyes.
So you people know whats going on, and so you can hear, the unheard cries.
When my time here on earth is done
Written By Dean Masciarelli
Monday, December 28, 2009
It has been very difficult
Living my whole life
without my natural parents
And for the longest time
I never knew there names
But I did find out that
they gave me a name
And then I found out
that I had lived with them
For eight months
But then for some reason
that I cannot explain
The state had intervened
And they took myself
and my two brothers
and my sister away
So that we could all
be put up for adoption
and live in a stable home
And then two years ago
I was reconnected with two
of my other sisters
that I had never known
And they were the only
ones who were raised
by my birth parents
And they are both younger then I am
And when I finally met them they
told me that my
natural parents had already passed on
And I think that is the main reason
that I have hardly ever been able to
trust anyone or to get to close to them
Because I was always afraid
that I would get hurt all over again
But I will admit in
the past two years
I have started healing
And I know that it will take me
a long time to be whole again
But it is just a crying shame
that I never had a chance to meet
my other sister who is still around
and my two brothers that passed on
Just like my Dad and my Mom
Because I would have
enjoyed
having the opportunity
to get to know all of them
So that they could all see
that I am a beautiful
loving and caring human being
That would have loved
them all until the very end
Because I learned to forgive them
But as the old saying goes
Some times things happen for a reason
That we cannot explain
And only God will be
the one
to explain everything
When my time here on earth is done