Her mother told her
She will have it
This baby, this child
Her rapist told her
She will have it
His baby, his child
Her pastor told her
It is God's will
She will have it
God's baby, his child
She took God off
Of her Christmas card list
Her father was silent
He had no words
Only tears
He could not see her
Her brother, knuckles
Bloody, stiff, broken
Held her eyes
Her brother told her,
You have no other option
Her lover bled
From the eyes
Cried and cried
But could not hold her
Her lover told her,
I'll be with you
After she had her child
She lost her hospital gown
Jumped out a window
And she disappeared
Into the ground, just like
The very god
She believed had her raped
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