Let me tell you a story about a girl I once knew. In her childhood she was happy and if you loved her she loved you. She didn’t bother anyone and that’s what she couldn’t understand, For as long as she could remember she had been molested by man after man. As she became older the molestation began to stop, She had other confusions her life, as she knew it, was falling apart. She had a boyfriend whom she loved very much but being involved with a man just Wasn’t enough. She started on a journey, to which she didn’t know exactly where it led, She soon realized her lonesome journey landed her with a woman in bed. After being with women her problems became worse, She needed to talk to someone but there was no one she could trust. She introduced herself to a thing by the name of alcohol, Her and it would meet all week and weekend long. It would let her see things that wasn’t even there, And didn’t seem to bother her, she really didn’t care. It would let her see anything under the sun, As for her problems, she had none. But when her memory came back and alcohol was gone, She was even more confused and even more alone. So what did she do? Well, this is what she did, She took a little trip to clear her head. She went to talk to the most unlikely angel, whom she knew could relate, She was the only angel she trusted to state her case. The angel introduced her to someone she called God, And at that moment the girl knew and every since that day, spiritually, the girl grew. And just when the girl thought that all her sexual blocks were gone, that there was no other, The girl had a dream; the molestation didn’t start with a man it may have started with her mother.