News At 5
put your finger on the time when it all began
sex was always a form of cardinal sin
a virgin bleeds from holy matrimony on her wedding night
to some it's a sign of evil and sin to others it's a form of ritual
the smell of clotted and repressed nights of desire and wanted pleasure
freeze the air above leaving her breathless fighting for life
covered from head to toe with only a tiny hole for punishment
the basis all covered rules set and passed down from generation to generation
forbidden thoughts corrode and manifest in her sponge like mind
absorbing all the pain and brutal tongue lashings by the mouth of her master
scared to look him in the eyes she walks with her head down
tripping on regrets of things she'll never know
a vision of beauty lost amongst a cowards faith
controlled by a politcal mindless mind of a mad man
freedom is just a word she'll never know until the day she dies
yet we watch this on t.v at night and don't even batter our eyes
realize that this is our sister our mother our daughter
silently pleading for your help open your hearts and your minds
and don't let it fade away
Copyright © Brandy Megens | Year Posted 2009
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