UNLAWFUL CARNAL KNOWLEDGE-RESULTS
TOO YOUNG TO COPE, I WAS
NO SUPPORT OR HELP, NO FUZ.
ME AND MY COUSIN'S WERE UNSUPERVISED.
LIQUOR COVERED OUR PARENTS EYES.
I HAD UNBELIEVABLE FEARS,
FOR HELP I CRIED,
HAD TO WIPE MY OWN TEARS,
THOSE DAYS WHEN MY INNER CHILD DIED.
NOW I DON'T CRY MUCH AT ALL
FULL GROWN, QUEENLY AND TALL.
ALL ANYONE ELSE CAN SEE
IS THE GRUFF OUTSIDE OF ME;
AN ANGRY WHITE LADY!
INSIDE, SWEET OF BLONDE CURL,
STILL LIES AN ANGRY LITTLE GIRL.
NO WAY IT SEEMS TO MEND HER HEART,
NO PLACE TO GO EVEN TO START.
SO I WENT TO THE DOC'S
MOST ARE MORE INTERESTED IN THEIR CLOCKS!
A POOR COPING MECHANISM THEY SAY
NO LONGER NEEDED THIS DAY,
I USED AS A CHILD TO KEEP DANGER AWAY.
SUCH A SHAME WHAT WAS DONE
I QUIT EVEN TRYING TO HAVE FUN.
FOR YEARS, I SAT ALONE, BY THE LAKE
SWIMMING IN MY HEART BREAK.
NO HAPPY CHILDHOOD FOR ME
FELT CHANGED INSIDE, DIRTY!
COULDN'T RUN WITH OTHERS AND PLAY,
HASN'T CHANGED EVEN TO THIS DAY
TOO HARSH, AND SERIOUS THEY SAY,
SO THEY FIRE ME, OR WALK AWAY.
TOO BOSSY, DEMANDING OR MEAN,
LOOK INSIDE GET A GLEAN.
DAD SAYS I SHOULD WRITE A BOOK;
WHO WOULD READ SUCH A SAD AND LONELY TALE ABOUT VIRGINITY TOOK?
IT IS A SHAME OF MY COMMUNITY,
MY FAMILY, AND ME.
HAPPENS TO CHILDREN TO THIS DAY
AND THE RAPISTS JUST WALK AWAY!
ONE MOLESTER BECAME A DEACON
IN THE CHURCH.
COUSIN'S WENT TO JAIL, AND ONE GOT HURT.
DATE RAPIST JUST TEASED ME,
AND CALLED ME A LIAR!
THE MILITARY POLICEMAN SAID
HE'D START MY HOUSE ON FIRE.
ME I JUST KEEP ON, TRYING TO SMILE,
EVEN IF IT'S JUST A LITTLE WHILE.
I TRY TO SEE THE BEAUTY IN THINGS,
AND TRY TO GLUE BACK ON MY WINGS.
ALWAYS TRYING TO BE STRONG,
TO SEE AND FIX WHAT I DO WRONG.
SO WHEN YOU MEET A BITCH LIKE ME,
AND YOU DON'T GET WHY
SHE CAN'T JUST LET IT BE!
PLEASE STOP TO UNDERSTAND TODAY,
A CRUEL LIFE HAS MADE HER THAT WAY!
SHE NEEDS A FRIEND WORSE THAN EVER.
SHE CANNOT OPEN UP EASILY
SO YOU MUST BE CLEVER.
SHE HAS BEEN HURT SO MANY TIMES BEFORE,
SHE DOESN'T WANT TO OPEN UP THAT DOOR.
SHE IS SCARED AND DEFENDING HERSELF.
SO TRY NOT TO JUDGE HER
OR COMPARE HER TO YOURSELF.
IT'S A MIRACLE SHE HASN'T CHOSEN DEATH!
BUT LIFE IS HARDER NOW AND
SHE CAN'T CATCH HER BREATH.
BUT SHE DID CHOOSE LIFE!
SOMEHOW, WITH ALL IT'S STRIFE.
SO, LEND A HAND AND TRY TO UNDERSTAND
SHE IS DEALING THE ONLY WAY SHE CAN!
NOT THE BEST WAY THIS IS TRUE,
BUT I WONDER HOW WOULD YOU?
BUT THERE ARE SO MANY WRONG TURNS,
HER HEART IS COVERED IN GRASS-BURNS.
BUT SHE STILL LIVES, FROM DAY TO DAY
AND HOPES FOR IT NOT TO BE THAT WAY.
NAMASTE
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