The Story Of Ms. Alice White - Poem by Raymond Cabrera
This is a story of a lady with some of angelic light,
Her name was Miss Alice Scott Mallory White,
She was a lady, who would never learn how to fight,
For the abuses she didn’t knew if it’s bad or right;
Strangers just kiss her and filled her with fright,
Those pervert persons who deny and seem to bite;
Yet, she does not know how to complain or fight,
I pity on Miss Alice Scott Mallory White.
How I wish she could hit them with all her might;
Punch them up side down, left and then right,
Still her latent response didn’t change a slight,
I really do wish she would learn how to fight;
But still she never did until that vicious night,
Just for your sake Miss Alice Scott Mallory White.
Men chase her on the dark from woody height;
Staring at her all the time with their lustful sight,
Jump on her, hold her legs on ground so tight;
Seize and rape her until her world turns blight,
They killed her when the moon gleamed so bright,
Forsake her lifeless corpse on that murderous site;
It’s because she completely did not knew how fight.
For never was a story of more grief and sad plight,
Than this of Miss Alice Scott Mallory White.
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