I’ve Triumphed Over You

By Patricia Backora

In sixty-three
I couldn’t flee
The war was bigger than me
Now I’m standing up
For the child I was
Why did you do that to me?

You filled me with fear

That terrible year
The weakest had to be smeared
But now I’ve grown strong
I denounce the wrong
Before God Who saw my tears.

You turned a blind eye

When you made me cry
But I refused to die
You filled me with shame
And cursed my name
But I’ve survived satan’s lies.

You tortured me
You stomped on my feet
I fled for refuge inside
That secret place
Away from disgrace
Where I postponed my life.

A knife in the heart

Tore me apart
The Road to Hell did start
Imposed on me
By hypocrite creeps
Who zeroed in like sharks.

Fingers were pointed

As snotty girls said
Tee hee, she’s not MY friend
I ate alone
A long way from home
When would this field trip end?
 Bitchy catcalls
In the dining hall
A strange change in two I saw
So sweet in sixth grade
But now the skunk sprays
The popular perfume of hate.

Scriptures were read

Allegiance was pledged
By bigots cold and dead
Inside I seethed
‘Cause you saw no need
To do the words you said.

God’s love is great

Verse twenty-eight
But now it’s time to hate
Just look at her
Let’s make her hurt
We wolves are out to play.

Let’s bow our heads

To our daily bread
Time to go and get fed
Chow down on lunch
Can’t wait for more fun
She’s communist, I bet.

You’re a hypocrite
Who reads Bible bits
In so-called “church” you sit
I think YOU’RE much worse
Your Sunday’s absurd
For heaven you aren’t fit.

One cold gray day

In sixty-three
Kids poured out of school with glee
Some yankee got killed
His voice was stilled
They all forgot about me.

It served him right

 How dare he fight
For folks whose skin ain’t light?
Our god is thrilled
‘Cause he got killed
And god is on OUR side!

To hell with her

An “it” can’t hurt
Let’s throw her books in the dirt
The teacher’s mad
‘Cause she looks sad
I heard a wordy dird.

Go kill yourself
How dare you tell
We’re gonna make you yell
Don’t blame it on us
If you make a fuss
About the school from hell.

Our father in heaven

In HELL, we meant!
Halloween will be spent
Like every day
Pretending to pray
While on God’s love we spit.

Yeah, big bad bully!

The DEVIL’S your daddy!
It’s HATE that makes you happy
You fake it on Sunday
Serve satan on Monday
And hope God thinks it’s dandy!

Fill up the measure

Of sinful pleasure
Slave of peer pressure
When you’ve filled your cup
God will say enough!
And show His displeasure

You had your big day

You went hooray!
That yankee’s in his grave
 At least SHE’S still here
All filled with fear
And choking on our hate.

I felt shell-shocked
As I was mocked
My schoolwork hit the rocks
No grade-taker cared
That I got scared
I only got more knocks.

Points you took off

When the going got rough
Gradebooks were all you loved
I couldn’t excel
In your unholy hell
Of life I’d had enough.

Why couldn’t I die?

I wondered why
Away I couldn’t fly
You put me through hell
You broke my health
But I’m still around to write.

You made me so sick

I had to quit
Along came two cheap chicks
Out for more blood
Those sows in the mud
Said, Why don’t you throw a fit?

But THEY will be thrown

In hell’s trash can below
God sits on His Judgment Throne
To kick one who’s down
Makes My God frown
The winds of judgment blow.

The years flew by

Since you made me cry
You vultures hoped I’d die
The Judge of the Earth
Recorded my hurt
 And in me breathed new life.

Be kind to your neighbor

What nobler labor
To serve the Holy Savior?
But you hated Him
You served only sin
You mocked me and my Maker.

You called me ugly

But God only sees
The beauty of Christ in me
I fight for the right
With all my might
To set oppressed souls free.

You made me feel small

But I’m walkin’ tall
Since that awful fall
Of sixty-three
When you shouted with glee
And stomped upon God’s law.

I’ve triumphed o’er you

Christ’s made my life new
It’s YOU who’s gonna lose
On the day when the Lord
Has the last word
And judges you cruel fools.

*****

Related Scriptures and comments:

But the wicked are like the troubled sea, when it cannot rest, whose
waters cast up mire and dirt (Isa.57:20).* * *Bullies are restless
sharks who aren’t happy unless they stir up a big ****storm.

The foolish shall not stand in thy sight: thou (God) hatest all workers
of iniquity (Psa.5:5).* * *So much for “God loves everybody!”

The wicked shall be turned into hell, and all nations that forget God
(Psa.9:17).* * *God funnels evil people into hell just like I funnel salt
into a shaker. They do their little song and dance but they won’t
escape His wrath.

I will contend with them that contend with thee and I will save thy
children (Isa.49:25).* * *Don’t mess with God’s kids or you’re cruisin’
for a bruisin’ and achin’ for a breakin’.

…(God) shall break in pieces the oppressor (bully)(Psalms 72:4).* *

*Now, who’s the toughest Being on the block?

Ye serpents (snakes), ye generation of vipers (poisonous snakes), how

can ye escape the damnation of hell?(Matt.23:33)* * *Gentle Jesus
actually calls people names in this verse, and He even called mean old
King Herod a fox (Luke 13:32).

Fill ye up then the measure of your fathers (Matt.23:32).* * *Go

ahead, carry on your family tradition of wickedness and bigotry. Fill up
your cup with sin poison till God gets fed up and decides pay day has
come. The wages of sin is death (Rom.6:23).

…to fill up their sins alway: for the wrath is come upon them to the
uttermost (I Thes.2:16).* * *Only when you’ve gotten as bad as you
can get will God pull the plug on you. First you play, then you pay!

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