Igniting Our Generation

There is a night club just off of main street,

there you'll find the lost soul,

the cheerleader, the jock, the freshman with a fake ID.

There you'll find the eccentric and there you'll find the cowboy,

there you'll find me.

One summer's night, only months after I had turned 18,

I once again found myself in a night club just off of main street.

My mother had warned me, "never take your eye off your drink"

she had said.

Only for a moment mother, did my gaze slip away from the glass neck,

the only neck I had intended to touch my body that night.

"You've just had one drink" they said,

"you aren't that drunk."

The ketamine had taken its effect.

It had wrapped itself around me, and refused to let me be,

it's grips only tightened as I tried to understand.

Though it was not the date rape drug that had ensnared me,

it was the man in the blue pick up truck who had chosen greed.

My rapist had taken his pray.

He had wrapped himself around me, and refused to let me be,

his grips only tightened as I tried to understand.

But never will I understand his attempt to steal my dignity,

in a parking lot just off of main street.

I may have left my innocence in that parking lot just off of main street,

along with a piece of my trust for humanity.

When it comes to the memories of that night,

I am stuck between searching my brain for the ones the drugs took away,

and just trying to leave them all in that parking lot just off of main street.

But that night, God gave me something,

something better than what had been taken from me.

He gave me new clothes, but surely not the type you're thinking.

I am a woman of God, and I am clothed in strength and dignity,

and I laugh without fear of the future.

That night has made me more determine than ever

to be the woman of Proverbs 31..

God clothed me in strength and dignity,