Speak
Lord, You speak through Your Living Word, You speak through signs and You speak to my heart
Ebony's' story (Not A True Story )
Waking up is the hardest part of the day, having to leave through this hell. Next its getting ready for college, what's the point? Paying attention in class, why bother? A bright young star dimming by the second this is ebony. Ebony the one that always smiles and is so polite, she never cries at least not on the outside and not publicly. a sweet and tender young flower at her height yet so soon to fall, Only in a human life it is not like autumn, because at least in autumn there is some level of beauty. Alone in the back of the class undaring to enter the lunch hall unnoticed, invisible and uncared for. She gets back home and her father a vicious drunk beats her again and again but with cold words not his fists not always. A while later unable to take it any longer and hating herself she takes her old mans gun and goes to her yard. She checks if it has bullets in it and it does have only one. But one is all she needs she tells herself. Poor fading flower, no one is aiding he...
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