He took me
Forcefully
He violated me
With disrespect
Disregard
And cold, cruel contempt
I cried until
I slumped
On the cold concrete
Close to a church
Wanting to die
My breathing, shallow and weak
I prayed,
I don’t want to stay here anymore,
In a cold cruel world.”
Then I heard voices
But they sounded like
Angels singing
Or a church worship session
The singing was angelic
“But surely
These are humans,”
My tired mind wondered
My mind reeling and spinning
I lay there
Bleeding and in pain
“I can’t loose my baby.”
My mind shrieked,
“No I can’t loose my baby,”
I suddenly wanted to live
For the sake of my baby
An unfamiliar groan sifted into my mind
“Who is groaning?”
I thought within me
Then I heard voices
This time closer to me
“She alive,” a female voice yelled
A male voice replied,
“Call 911, she will make it in Jesus name.”
“Yes pastor,” the female voice answered
The pastor held me and rocked me like a new born baby
“Jesus loves you, you will be okay,”
One year later
The pastor married me
And my baby is our baby

