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Siste Wm Mary
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”.
Copyright ©
Angelo Casiano
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