Bastards Srtike Poem by Amy Louise Kerswell

Bastards have already stuck their strike.
All ready had the forced entery.
In my head they stay no to exit.
I felt pain that day.
I had the pain.
Forcible sex.
Hurt through and through.
Now I know what hate is.
Becuase hate is all I feel for you.

Bastards strike on the weak.
The speak threats with their beak.
They had thier nasty streak.
Tuants and threats they speak.

Bastards raped me and I hate them.
Theyre are scum.
Evil vile scum.
And rotten to the core.