Never Made It Home Poem by Lady N

Once there was a little girl, she was walking down the street,
She was minding her own business, moving to the beat,
A man saw her coming; he saw she was alone,
Figured someone would be expecting her, but she'd never make it back home,
He carefully watched the little girl, ‘til finally she got near,
Then he pulled her into an alley, inside her eyes he saw her fear,
The little girl tried to pull away, and he grew angry at her rejection,
So he took what he wanted from her, with no condom, with no protection,
After he had gotten what he wanted, there was no need for the little girl,
And with that he took her life, took that innocent child from this cold, cruel world,
The man then quickly walked away, as if he did not just perform a bad deed,
He continued to live his life, finding other girls to fulfill his need,
Days later the girl's body was found, but no one knew what happened,
No one knew who had done this, or why they held her captive,
But whatever it was that happened, on that cold sad summer's night,
It tore a family apart, and made them dress in black and white,
But still the man was never found, that man with the heart of stone,
In fact he's still out there today, so the rape cycle still goes on,
That family never found closure; they never received any justice,
So the message of my poem today, is simply, just this,
Please beware of any danger, protect yourselves whenever you roam,
Or you may be that little girl, who never made it home,