That Girl Should Have Been A Mansion. Poem by Bailey Burris

I don't believe in love, it's just a made up hope to dround out the screams.
of the ones trapped in dispare
a young girl tied to a chair
a chapions gift, for the big wigs
mens now days are nothing but pigs
lies and deception
creating new inception 
the younger the girl the greater the effection
who cares about effection, all they wants an errection
correction?
abortion.
no big deal
it's just a seed, it won't bloom 
we don't care about the fruit of our loom
it out of the question to become the groom.
were done pretending to care
it's hard to fake the feelings that aren't even there
and true honest feelings are nothing but rare.
the most of feelings are the worst of pain 
just inflicted on another young girl again