Whispers in the Night…

Margie comes often into my dreams… Holding an arm, rubbing a leg and cradling her head… She is only 6 years old and has been beaten by the woman called mom… the same woman who swears she knows her god…

Margie whispers quietly to me at night, so low a whisper I strain to hear her… she is afraid to raise her voice, for fear of being heard…

She has no one to talk to and no one to protect her… she has learned at 6, god is not real… If it was, it wouldn’t let a child be so brutalized in its name…

Margie is afraid, she goes to sleep at night in hopes of not waking… the pain makes her head swim with nausea and fear…

Margie knows the secrets of the adults she called mom and dad… She knows of their true character, no matter how much they profess to know their god…

Margie keeps asking this god that christians cling to, why do you allow harm against the innocent… what right does anyone or anything have to harm the innocent… she gets no response… She prays the prayers; Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the lord my soul to keep… yet she knows there is nothing there to hear her plea… Margie learns very young, the cruelty of humans against each other…

Margie knows there is no god, if there was, she wouldn’t be suffering… yet she continues the prayer, bless mommy and daddy, grandma and grandpa… these people who knew and did nothing, these people who committed these crimes against a child hide behind their man-made religion… just so they can abuse the life they brought into this world…

I reach out to Margie in my dreams… she withdraws to her cell… afraid to be seen… she is covered in bruises, she walks with a limp… she holds her wrist with the little bent finger… she turns an looks at me with those big eyes, tears rolling down her cheeks… an asks me what did she ever do… If this god is so real, it was gods choice for her to be born… what did she do to this god to be so brutalized at 6…

TimesUp #MeToo

I Remember….

Author: maggi9454

My earliest memory is before the age of 2... by the time I was 13, I had no childhood memories... No holidays, no birthdays... On 11/5/17 a shooter in Texas changed all that... It triggered my memories from my 13th year... The Air Force covered it up an it happened in Big Springs, Texas 1967... Domestic violence, PTSD, TBI and I too served in the Air Force 10 years later... This is my story to remember what was stolen...