You attacked my spirit on your way to church. You stabbed my soul tried to make it bleed 'til it hurt. You cursed at me and tried to make me feel low. You played with my common sense, you had me questioning what I know! That fool jumped on my back and tried to do a mental jack. I fought with his abusive *** day in and day out. He left bruises but they all healed rather quickly, I had to dodge and move so he couldn't really stick me. Monday morning, he tried to make me call it quits. Told me I don't have the strength to raise my sisters as my kids. I laughed in his face and told him it is indeed hard. What he didn't know is that God and I made a pact from the start. Last month, he tried to say I wasn't a good enough woman for the worst man. I thought about it for a minute, then covered my mouth to hide my grin. He's put me in all the bad situations that I've ever been in. But I'm no chump and he's not about to win. My pen is my escape and he knew that from jump, so he hid all my Bic pens from me. Couldn't come up with anything to write or anything to think. I couldn't find my dam* pens, so I was gonna use my blood for the ink. My mind has been idle, but I tricked the pants off the devil. He thought he could play games with my mind. I had to remind that fool I'm God's child and I do things on his time. I still to this day have nothing much to say, but I wanted to let the family know I'll be back soon. I have a few more battles to fight with the Devil here. I need him to understand my point loud and clear!!!!