Today's theme...a time before my time.
All I did was turn him away
He seemed to be a nice gentleman
And yet here I stand
Before the Constable and the town
I did nothing
I spoke no words
He is in no trance
His pride is but bruised
But I must burn?
My ankles are bare
But because I grew an inch
During the summer
That makes me not a Pagan
I am just a child
Mother, stop your wailing
And cut these strings from my wrists
The flames, how they hurt
Papa, do something!
Dear Lord in Heaven
I beg you to strike these devils
The smoke, how it chokes me
They call my screams chants
If I could
They would all know my wrath
And yet I have none
I am but a girl who refused a man
Put your fingers down
And help me
Welcome!
- Debra Renée Byrd
- Deborah Hawkins, penned Debra Renée Byrd, began writing after a blank book project in elementary school and never stopped, fashioning stories based on her favorite TV shows and movies before creating more original works. She studied at the University of the Arts and Florida State University before settling down and graduating from Temple University. She now resides in her hometown of Dover, DE, where she spends most of her time at work or at church. She loves fantasies, superheroes, is a trekkie and a brown coat. She loves television and lives for Final Fantasy video games, having collected most of them. She has read a myriad of authors, and her favorite authors change whenever she finds a new book that changes her life... "When you can't run, you crawl. When you can't crawl...well, you know the rest." -Tracey, Firefly, "The Message"
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