To those who have Fallen
To those who have been disgraced
I speak with words molten
To help you move from that place
No sleazy, brash sex boy
Should provide you as “freebees”
You are not objects, toys
You should live your life freely
And to those who are being abused
I feel a need to give you the news
There’s no one who should be in those shoes
To be transferred like trash and perused
I hope to give you fight with which to bash
Back the out-lash of the hurtful men
I hope to give you light in which to bask
Unmasked by the works of my journal pen
Because, as you see, I’m not the only one
There are plenty to help you through the run
Away from the preying mutants, lowly scum
To bath in the rays of the sun, fully one
With this, you have solely won
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