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Comments about DaynaDenise Kirby
My soul doesn't reside between the folds of my virginity
And yet your touch seems to have stolen my soul from me
I'm no longer an innocent child dressed in God's white
I wear my scarlet letter to tell the story of my plight
My soul was the glue that held my body and mind together
Your brutal act drew my blood and with it my soul forever
I can not say that had it not been so violent I would hold no grief
I'm a child holding a grudge and thus finding no relief
You raped me and beat me and yet you denied me death
You stole my innocence with such force you also...