One Late Night Momma Came Into My Room Brushed My Thick, Black, Curly Hair And Nervously Smiled. I Smiled Back Confused As To What Was Going On This Late At Night. Of Course, Here Comes Her New Boyfriend, Jonathan, Coming In Sweetly Behind Momma. I Already Knew To Take My Pajama Pants Off And Open My Legs. Jonathan Handed Momma About $700, Momma Left. The Lights Went Out And He Led Me To The Bathroom. He Took The Rest Of My Clothes Off And Sat Me In The Bathtub He Already Prepared. RUN. RUN. CALL POLICE. I Always Thought Every Time He Touched Me.
Jonathan Raped Me Everyday Until I Got To My Senior Year In College. But Momma Stopped Getting The Money Because I Started Having With Jonathan On My Own. I Was Just Use To The Routine At That Point. Nobody Except Momma, Me And Jonathan Knew About The "Affairs". Jonathan Soon Left Momma And Proposed To Me. Of Course I Said Yes, And Momma Never Spoke To Me Again After That. Some Years Later, I Find Out About Mommas Death And I Didn't Feel Much Sadness Just Mostly A Sense Of Freedom. But Still I Was In Love With My Rapist And I Hated It.