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Rosary Beads in The Hall
I can not explain how
fearful I was of the nuns and the priest
Who showed no Mercy
to the unwanted children
who then had to stand
and bow at their feet.
The girls and boys of these catholic homes
had no safe place to run and hide
From the fear which the nuns and priest
Who terrorized these children
Who kept every thing inside
With their big rosary beads was a big cross
which Jesus Christ died on Good Friday at three
But these nuns and priest
did not care
about the unwanted children
who stood in line
Who were stripped of their names
then given a number 61
which mine was
With my little rosary beads I pray
I say the Hail Mary's and Our Fathers
which I was taught as a child
With each mystery on my rosary beads
The Joyful, Sorrowful and Glorious mysteries
I walk through My little rosary beads
Which tells me the life of Jesus Christ
and through out his short years
Of his mother Mary
who stayed by his side
at the foot of the 'cross
at the age of 33years when Jesus died
I sat at the back of the classroom
thinking I could hide
from the nun who walked in
with her rosary beads around her big belt
she wore which, I wish she would hide
I would go numb
and not think of the things hurting me inside
Of how tearful was of the nuns and priest
as I wet my pants and cry
My mind was not my as well as my soul
They were stolen From me
by the Nazareth House nuns and priest
Who tormented me with words of abuse
and abuse of action with their hands
which still are hurting me inside
Because this little unwanted child
was a orphan
who kept every think inside.
The Nazareth House nuns rosary beads
are still ringing in my ears
The bigness of these rosary beads
keep going around my head
The three inch belt which held the beads
was used to slap me
with while across the bed I was tied
hand and feet
and nuked while whipped until I bleed
I am in pain, as this is all still in my head
Why won't they apologize
for the Nazareth House nuns and priest
go away
So I can feel love within me in steed.
I Have tried to forget about my childhood
To think of my family I have now
But this abuse keeps creeping up
and takes over me
when ever I am scared or cry
Copyright@ 2001 Ann Thompson
All Rights Reserved
I can not explain how
fearful I was of the nuns and the priest
Who showed no Mercy
to the unwanted children
who then had to stand
and bow at their feet.
The girls and boys of these catholic homes
had no safe place to run and hide
From the fear which the nuns and priest
Who terrorized these children
Who kept every thing inside
With their big rosary beads was a big cross
which Jesus Christ died on Good Friday at three
But these nuns and priest
did not care
about the unwanted children
who stood in line
Who were stripped of their names
then given a number 61
which mine was
With my little rosary beads I pray
I say the Hail Mary's and Our Fathers
which I was taught as a child
With each mystery on my rosary beads
The Joyful, Sorrowful and Glorious mysteries
I walk through My little rosary beads
Which tells me the life of Jesus Christ
and through out his short years
Of his mother Mary
who stayed by his side
at the foot of the 'cross
at the age of 33years when Jesus died
I sat at the back of the classroom
thinking I could hide
from the nun who walked in
with her rosary beads around her big belt
she wore which, I wish she would hide
I would go numb
and not think of the things hurting me inside
Of how tearful was of the nuns and priest
as I wet my pants and cry
My mind was not my as well as my soul
They were stolen From me
by the Nazareth House nuns and priest
Who tormented me with words of abuse
and abuse of action with their hands
which still are hurting me inside
Because this little unwanted child
was a orphan
who kept every think inside.
The Nazareth House nuns rosary beads
are still ringing in my ears
The bigness of these rosary beads
keep going around my head
The three inch belt which held the beads
was used to slap me
with while across the bed I was tied
hand and feet
and nuked while whipped until I bleed
I am in pain, as this is all still in my head
Why won't they apologize
for the Nazareth House nuns and priest
go away
So I can feel love within me in steed.
I Have tried to forget about my childhood
To think of my family I have now
But this abuse keeps creeping up
and takes over me
when ever I am scared or cry
Copyright@ 2001 Ann Thompson
All Rights Reserved
