A Child’s Cry Her World Full of Sorrow…

Margie believed in god at one time… She said the prayers that all christian children learn… She read the bible and learned its meaning… She sang in choir, went to sunday school and practiced what was taught….

Margie quickly learned, no matter how good you behave… How much you forgive… No matter what you do to comply with the teachings that were handed down by human beings… They were after all only humans… Humans that control life with fear…

No supernatural… No magic… Just stories told by adults to sow fear in the hearts and minds of children and those adults, who are not able to believe in themselves…

Margie learned very early, no matter how much you do and say in the name of christianity… It is just humans having lack of faith in themselves…

Margie realized after the beating over the boob incident with her sister and brother… That god was just an excuse to say it’s okay to rape, beat, torture, lie and steal your way through life…

Margie chose a different path and that went against every thing her parents tried to beat into her… 

Margie chose to live her life based on right and wrong… Margie chose to believe in the laws that man-made to protect all, not just some… Margie chose to live life away from the fear that christians use to control, what they don’t own or in possession of…

Margie was vivid last night… I woke many times during those long night hours, finding my body curled in the fetal position… A position I took many a time after a brutal beating…Trying to give my broken and battered body some relief from the physical pain…

It is a very painful day… the depression is deep, the sorrow great… yet I tell myself…

Margie is alive if not complete… Margie is searching for answers that may never be met… 

Though I will never go by the name Margie again… giving her a voice is the most I can do for a child so brutally abused by the people who should have protected her… Mom & Dad…

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...