SCARED raped CHILD.
the streets werent safe to walk
they stared,laugh and talk
they so near,close and thier touch
if she could tell anyone,she would be called weak much
so hard for that child
men with her playing wild
she went for nothing
she just smiled
she is not weak
she is child
she would cry,confuse and scream.
she was quite cause she had dream
its not her dress,its his mind
its not poetry,its feeling cant be rhymed
took her by hand,abused and tried again
she is child please she wont understand
they stared,laugh and talk
they so near,close and thier touch
if she could tell anyone,she would be called weak much
so hard for that child
men with her playing wild
she went for nothing
she just smiled
she is not weak
she is child
she would cry,confuse and scream.
she was quite cause she had dream
its not her dress,its his mind
its not poetry,its feeling cant be rhymed
took her by hand,abused and tried again
she is child please she wont understand