You look at her and call her a whore
when she is fighting in this secret war.
you do not know what she has been through,
but with the most sincere regret I do.
I cried with her every night
but then one day she gave up the fight.
the truth of the story is that she was not a whore
it was without consent that he came through her door.
there was nothing she could do or say
he pushed her out of his way
she tried to scream and shout as loud as she could
but it didn't do her any good.
Once everything was said and done
9 months later she had a son.
She could never get past the pain
so here in front of me she lays
there's a hole through her head as she lies in a pool of red.
There is nothing that you can do or say
For she has long gone away
This poem is really beautiful, in a sad way. I'm not trying to convince you into thinking I've been through this, I just feel like I know what it's like going through such things. Stay...
What Would You Do
Published: June 2008
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