There are moments in our lives
(too many to count)
the flames scorch our brow
a touch leaves a bruise
even those close
our hearts twist and use
in stone there’s etched hope
with strong fingers we must choose
weak days there will be
“give up” is not in our vocabulary
It doesn’t matter what country I travel to I hear and see the results of abuse. Women even little girls are the fodder of all society (rich, poor, indifferent). There is no excuse yet the abuse (even subtle) continues. Don’t believe me when I tell you that an 85 year old woman has been accosted by her male neighbor. Don’t believe me when I tell you that a man of faith raped his wife for 20 years (we don’t call it rape we call it “free access”). Don’t believe me because I am a single mom and the school just allowed my child to come to harm; I am the one being sent to court.
These offenses continue but if you have been raped, accosted, mis-understood, lied to, over-looked, underpaid… Continue to be Strong and Hope.