/span> by Nancy Malloy When the devil called my name, I could not escape the brutality, the rape of what is precious and pure. When the devil called my name, summoned me to a sordid game I knew a trap was being laid for my soul, my hope, my innocence to be taken away. I played the victim but it didn't change, so I tried to play the devils game, I played the sleuth but I'm not smart enough to make it change, I watched as others stood by and closed their eyes and their minds to the crimes being laid before them. This morning I remember what my heart said last night, telling me to stay out of the fight telling me to do what's right is to love despite the scarring, the memory of sleepless nights when stakes were being driven through my life, not to kill, just to maim the place I hold so dear, to derange me, take me from my home and make me hate, make me want to take my life to end the rage, my heart said, "let me do the driving, let me love no matter what, plant some roses, plant some se ...
