Her Sorrows

She's in the cut, with a different kind of fabric  She earns minimum wage, but her Instagram is lavish  Trust me I don't know how she keeps the balance  Probably got a married man who injects cash in her balance  That's why it's not a challenge Until he gets tired of her and he beats with her belt  Now she's drowning in her tears, and hoping for a Michael Phelps He raped her, he thought he owned her just because he provided the paper  She couldn't go to the police station  They are going to tell her she deserved it Her friends are just as bad, they're serpents Now she feels dirty, she's seeking for detergent She wanted to do tests, the public hospital doctor told her it wasn't urgent  When she finally did, she found out she got AIDS Too embarrased to use ARVs, so she started counting her days  Months went by, she wasn't rocking Christian Dior anymore Gave herself to the Lord, she was a Christian who decided to read more  Took those ARVs, and started building a life  Started stitching up the wounds and pulling out the knives  That doesn't make it better though, she's still another statistic  If you heard how many women were raped on a daily you'd go ballistic  They tell them that their skirts are too short  Then they look at her in disgust when she has to abort Happens again and again, because the perpetrator know he ain't going to court