Story -
Stalker
I'm not writing your name in the sand,on the beach,with a stick.
I am tired of you watching me...I feel your eyes on me...following me to the john,to the store to hell.
I am not your monsoon rains..
I am not your Budapest virgin!
Leave me the hell alone!
All my life...people have felt me out...left me out,in the rain!
applying labels,leaving tables,refusing to wait on me.
Is there a stamp on my forehead that reads;reject?
Groped...and handled...
perverse generation when will you learn?
To value yourself more?
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Hi Pam
Love your story, and so important of a message that it carries with it, self worth, and self-respect, should not be taken lightly. Those, whom respect themselves and are familiar with self worth, will respect and value others just the same, a big message that has been eaten away by the media, and film industry.
I wish they would think about their impact on children all over the world.
Kind regards
Majnoon
Hello Pam,
The value of self worth should be and always remain a priority in the eyes of all of Gods creations, sadly not the case for those who place themselves in the shadows of the innocence in our society. The inabilities to shed the sins of their fathers before them, rains fear upon and in the hearts of those who reject their paralysis and the unabated will of another, forcing his or her lesser values and wants, on the secure minded, robbing them of the unattainable trust and desires, of those who desire his exposure not. His incesive dirty dark, preventive secrets are rejected by all but accepted as a boastful trait by he. Yet preying on the enclosures of the will of the few, who ignores all predatorial advances, of his unwanted attention, lurking in the shadows of not only our minds, but in our everyday lives as well. Thoughts of fornicated advancements spoken not loud out of the mouth, yet his stolen actions from the meek and mild, fills the void which his unenchanted words refuse to speak. Permeating thoughts and fallacies of filtered untruths, thrust upon and robbing the innocence of the pure, replacing it with free, although unsolicited deceptions of the heart. Those who take pride in living by this means will coward in public confinement, yet thrive as a master of his traits in the darkness of his mind, equal to if not more of the heart. He to, will eventually perish as too his desolate beliefs, due to his means of uncontrollable stalking. Forcing his unwanted values on the lives of all, that unexpected but in secrecy, he wishes to expose himself to the one who will triumph and overcome his advancements and ultimately end his reign of predatorial freedom forever…..”The one that got away will be he, who saves the day.” Just as (Madam) Shirley, I enjoyed your story……
Very good job,
Jim