Dorothy B. Thompson
The Man Of God—a True Story - Poem by Dorothy B. Thompson
Just the smell of soap still makes her sick.
He'd confuse her with his smooth rhetoric.
And he pretended he'd bathe her tonight.
But, when he came near all she felt was fright.
He spoke of love, but violated her.
And he would tell her what good friends they were.
It's just our secret he would always say.
Our bonds will die if you give us away.
The girl left home before she was quite raised.
Her dad the Baptist preacher people praised.
Now he is dead and she's not even sad.
For all her life he made her feel so bad.
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