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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required My body, my possession have be violated and stripped away from me, A story that I kept locked inside, in the deepest part of me, Men and women explore my skin like a prize that they have won, They climb on top or make me face away, tears burn my cheeks as they have their way, No person believes me, I yell and scream as I tell them what these despicable human do to me, My insides hurt, my rear end burns, my brain is mentally drained, Sleepless night, scared of the creaking door, letting me know a client approaches, Weak and vunerable, no adult to run to, dead or alive, my innocence they deprive, Something they turnt into a NAKED WEAPON. Years past and this continues, Im use to it because survival isn't the issue, I plot and plan on a way to escape the horrid treatment but I have no one in my corner but God and the devil who whisper dirty fortunes, Telling me to take revenge and let him in, I fight day in and day out, hoping that God answer my prayers, I slice at my wrist staining my skin for eternity, as blood pour out, pain soars out as well, I close my eyes and wait for my life to leave my body but only to be met by hospital lights, I panick, scream and kick, yell to my foster parents calling them hoes and bitches, The doctor shoves them out, asking me to calm down, Its mines I yell, Can't nobody tell me how to use my NAKED WEAPON. Days past as police dig in my conscious, doctors steals blood and run test, But what hurt them the most is when they saw my rear end open and torn, Fear and shame flooded my heart, denying everything those monsters did to me, I rolled over and cried asking God to come and save me, Days past and I was about to get released back into the pain and agony that I once lived in, Scared that the torture will be twice as what it used to be, Walking past the police I grabbed his gun and fired upon the demons, last but not least, I turned the gun on me, Evil does, Evil see, Now the world will see how deadly not listening can be.
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