December 13, 2011
My Open Letter
As you talk to me I shrink down. Not looking at you because I am scared of the things you might do. Yes Sir. No Sir. I can do that Sir. I fix you dinner and everything you ask for. Steak, smothered potatoes and some greens on the side, all of the things that I know you like. As you eat in silence I watch you out of the corner of my eye. I am happy because maybe tonight you may let me sleep by your side. Do everything in my power to make you happy. Yes Sir. No Sir. I can do that Sir. You walk up to me and out of the blue you hit me. I fall to the floor my head is ringing, dazed and confused. What did I do? You hit me for no reason this time. As I kneel in the corner beaten and bruised you stand over me. The phone rings in the distance, you slowly move away from me with your eyes burning down on me you stare at me while you pick up the phone. While my head is in my hands I hear you say, “ Yes I am the head Pastor, what can I do for you this evening?”
Mrs. Swiss
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