The Story Of Her Poem by Phenomenal Woman

Born into a wold of sin. Thinking about it, not knowing where to begin. Darkness overshaodws the light, the belt in her hands held so tight. He makes her. He leaves her. He doesn't want to be with her. Why then would your waste yur time, lying together; all into the grind. She's not here no more, she's gone. So tell me daddy, what went wrong?

Was it me? Did I make you leave? Or was it the guilt you had that you just couldn't relieve? Precious tme wasted. What happened to your face? I maced it. Blood now runs out of my eyes. Tears no more, they've dried inside.

Promises broken, don't want to hear it. You've spoken!
Thats what it is and it is what it be; so I don't want to hear any more of your pleas.

Im older, wiser, and stronger than before.
So please, don't call or write me anymore.