http://slow.writerscafe.org/nubiangoddess24 The original writings of author NubianGoddess24 en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1779590711 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 17, 23; 4’10” and 5’6” was a hot muggy June day. It was just another day at the mall to meet her boyfriend. Her parents disapproved because he was not black, and yet that was not going to stop her.Mrs. I know what I’m doing, dressed in a short black skirt with sl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nubiangoddess24/418919/ Just write whats in your heart little girl. that's what she tells herself while looking in the mirror. he fell in love with Mrs. Right and thought everything would be ok. the so called perfect live he thought.he loved her with everything he knew. she was all that he wanted in a mate. sh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nubiangoddess24/221018/    Cant breathe, cant sleep no where to run, no place to hide. Running out of paper to write on, pens to write with. The biggest battle you'll have to fight. Strange hands grabbing you, lips unfamiliar to you, kissing you, him paring the lips, pushing inside of you. No where to run.....no .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nubiangoddess24/220515/ Dont judge me, you don t even know me. You dont blame victims of robber so why must you blame me for being raped? I put enough blame on myself, I dont need yours. Have you been through it? Has it happened to you too? Your daughter? Sister? Mother? Wife? Is that why youre so ignorant to the fact that.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nubiangoddess24/220512/ The most traumatizing thing Ie ever been through was this panic attack, feeling my rapist inside me, tearing my most intimate places into millions of pieces while staring into the heavenly and comforting eyes of my husband. He calms me down to where I am able to breathe again, but the pain .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nubiangoddess24/220488/ Beautiful young woman, lost at some times, strong and aggressive others. Broke so many times before that she searches to see whats out there.  A never ending saga. Not trusting, fucked up mentally, slurred speech, throbbing vagina, empty soul.  Doesnt give it away but whe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nubiangoddess24/220469/ It feels like I’m going crazy. You’ll never understand unless it has happened to you. I can’t stand the skin I’m in some days. It hurts. The scars the way it feels period. There are some things I can never get back and ill just have to live with that. The panic attac.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nubiangoddess24/220342/ I love my family to death and I’m very blessed to have them in my life. Even though we don’t always get alone I still love them but I can’t go home to stay. The monster lives in my neighborhood. He still walks the streets when it’s not cold. I see him almost every da.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nubiangoddess24/220340/ HaDeS and HELLIt’s not a f****n sob story; don’t have time for that s**t anymore.Choose the words you say very carefully they may be the last.So much anger and frustration that it turns into pure pain, tearing every piece of flesh apart. Tears so hot it burns the soul no where to g.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nubiangoddess24/220339/  I understand why you do what you do. Don’t you just ever want to be loved by a man again? I’ve thought about being you. I’m tired of being hurt by men too. It’s just not fair. You use to me just like me. Sweet, caring, the nice girl who always finished last. You use to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nubiangoddess24/220338/ He’s the perfect man, everything any woman could want. A lost soul. No on understands who he really is. Many try to find him, try to change him, and try to mold him. But he....he just wants someone to console him. Unique in his own ways, has no idea who he is, you can’t blame him for tha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nubiangoddess24/220321/ The affects destroys the way you see the world. How, when and if you will ever trust again. It tries to take away your innocence, your personal space. It ends relationships because no matter what you do or say, that person will never look at you the same way again. And it hurts; it tries .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nubiangoddess24/220317/ My scars are not physical and not visible; my scars are emotional and mental. My scars cause me to pick and prod at them just causing them to re-open and bleed. My scars leave me walking around my own sanctuary scared to breathe, scared to move, afraid to trust other people. My scars have taken away.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nubiangoddess24/220311/ My soul screams for it all to be done, my mind says God just give me one. I messed up and I can’t change that. The only thing I did was love him with my soul. I felt his pain and his spirit at the same time. Just wanting to be with him, my other half, my so I thought soul mate. I never wanted .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nubiangoddess24/220309/ He unreels the window to my soul. His finger tip trails the nape of my neck, slowly running his tongue to my deepest most intimate places. Tossing and turning as my hips gyrate to the rhythm of his beat. Slowly but surely he takes his time allowing me to explode taking it all in a little at a time. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nubiangoddess24/220305/ She never cried over it. Never once did a single tear fall from her eyes. All the pain that they cause her is still there.  Everyone around her feels crying is a sign of weakness. So she stays strong for the world around her but really, her legs are so weak she wants to collapse every time .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nubiangoddess24/220297/ He lays on my leg to comfort me even though he’s sleep. It’s amazing how the connection is. I touch him and he stops snoring, when I move my hand he starts back up again. So innocent at times, he makes me feel like I’m in heaven and nothing else matters. He knows all of me, sometim.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nubiangoddess24/220289/ I still haven’t figured out how to stop blaming myself for what happened. It’s not as bad as it use to be but I still think about it... I’ve made some bad choices but that doesn’t make it right. No matter what I did, it wasn’t my fault. No matter what I had on,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nubiangoddess24/220280/