"Someone Help Her"
She thinks she's a slave in her own body. She calls her oppressor Massa.
But she's an ebony queen that needs to shed her shackles of this domestic disasta.
It's not her race, that keeps her down, it is the stronger hand of the opposite gender.
She's crying out for someone to help; and this is how I'm reaching out a hand to lend her.
She's a woman, and that gives him reason, to feel he has the upper hand.
But when a male puts an aggressive hand on a female, he relinquishes, the status of man.
She doesn't speak, for fear his hand, will raise, and she will get beat.
This scrotumless weasel, needs to recognize, she is not just a piece of meat.
Her mirror reveals, black and blue skin that will not yield to any cosmetic.
He needs to stop, these barbaric actions, before she needs some form of prosthetic.
Afraid to leave, so she stays, and too ashamed to go and tell.
So she lives, under his rule, in a situation that replicates Hell
She's seeking help, by a letter to myself; but I, am too far away.
This is how I respond, and tonight to my creator, all I can do is hope and pray.
She has come to the conclusion, she can not leave nor, can she stay.
So she lays herself, down to sleep, and prays to her God, to take her away
Le$
10/11/09
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