Holes In My Soul - Poem by Ruby Monroe
He calls himself a powerful Man of the Cloth
But to me, he’s a wolf in sheep’s clothing, a true man of Satan!
He smells good
But looks even better
Delivers the Word in such a manner
That a child can
Understand it better
He seemed to have a listening ear to whatever,
But to later use it against me to make the
Holes in My Soul even bigger.
All of his members dance to his every tune.
I hope they find out real soon,
That his own Words are being spoken, and not in truth!
When he touched me like the rapist did,
It took me to a place I thought I had passed.
He tried to use the Holes in My Soul
As a way to fulfill his own lustful ways,
But I refused to be a slave to the rhythm.
In the midst of fighting his mangy Spirit off of me,
I saw visions of the First Lady’s face dance in my head;
Wondering how many times she’d wished him dead.
What would she do?
If she knew this time it was me?
Hurt is all I could see!
Why God why is this happening to me?
Is this only for my eyes to see?
Or maybe....It’s to heal one of the Holes in My Soul!
Ms. Kitty (Ruby M.)
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