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

which mine was 99

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

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