Raped

In their eyes she is weak, all she brings to the table is sorrow and grief.

Laughing and pointing as they take turns, raping the innocence in

her soul. They leave her a shadow of a dream, a forgotten memory.

All that was once so pure and sweet is now gone. Afraid and all alone,

covered in her own blood and shame, tears flow down, the Angel Falls.

She screams to be heard, begging for someone to help, bystanders pass

her by, toss her out like yesterday's paper. Her protectors says that

she is lying. The ones that were sworn to keep her safe leave her to

the vultures and watch her die. There is no escape for her, no relief,

no one cares and no one believes. The way she dresses, all she wants is

to feel beautiful about herself, to finally be pretty. When they wrap their

thick, dense minds around the words that she has spoken since day one.

The judge says that it was brought on by what she was wearing. They

call her a whore, and say that she wanted it. This girl, this precious

miracle only wanted to laugh and play with her friends at recess but

instead received humiliation and shame. No one would help her so she

helped herself. So she took something to make the pain stop and drifted

off to sleep.