The disgust, the dirt, the grime,
Of your hands on me,
The feeling of hatred,
But the yearn to be love to be noticed,
...
The beast lurks as I hide,
But theres no were to go,
It can sense im there,
It can feel my pain,
...
You may not know this smile is fake,
But I know,
You may not know I’m falling apart,
But I know,
...
After Math Of Rape
The disgust, the dirt, the grime,
Of your hands on me,
The feeling of hatred,
But the yearn to be love to be noticed,
Mommy cant you hear my cries
Can’t you feel my pain?
Why am I being punished over and over again?
What did I do to disserve this?
Why?