Chained And Locked Away Poem by Mrs. Cynosure

She's pretty, she's cute, sexy as you need,
Boy's stay away those chains,
Are meant to be.


She is dangerous I say,
If you don’t believe,
Give her rum and wait to see.
Her eyes move light to dark,
The once ant turns to a pit bull ready to strike.
Not wanting to be another mans blow up doll,
But she will for a drink or a hit,
More she gets the more she’ll give.


She doesn’t want to leave this place,
Cause here she feels no pain.
Where she is chained and locked away.
Every night sober as can be,
She cries herself to sleep,
From what the men have done that day.
Life is hard when scars are felt,
Still more to come by each day.
Little sleep is give to her,
So rarely a man is a way.
She begs and pleads,
And screams in pain.
Its a wonder that she doesn’t pray?

You can’t imagine how it feels,
For you to be hurt each and every day.
She is bound in chains, ropes, and cords all of a kind.
If she wishes for it to stop,
She doesn’t know how,
In her mind she knows,
A pleasant place to be.
Not here or now where she screams for the hurt to stop.
None’s listening, none’s caring, none’s believing
The girl who is getting raped everyday.