Khiandra (Key) Taylor
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Little girls rapped by their fathers
it seems like every child has a story
children dying from the hand that abuses them
stranded in hell home feels south of no where towards purgatory
rapped molested and souls sold to the life of crime
at ages so young such a 7 8 and 9
at the age of 10 and above there is no light that leads to tomorrow
just wake up still stuck in the past life is a hard pill to swallow
and life is a bitch that’s why babies come out crying
only the strong survive
but the number is getting shorter and shorter seems like everyone around us...