Opera Ain'T Over 'Til the Fat Lady Sings
Nowhere to run,
There’s nowhere to hide.
I’m feeling like a coward.
Homeless, a child, defied.
Hope? What is that?
Where do I find this?
I’m completely lost,
No feeling to dismiss.
A tiny, porcelain doll,
Glass-like soul,
Nothing in the distance,
Not even a goal.
No sight of humanity,
Then I ran into You.
Not just anyone,
A someone, but who?
You, I see through,
To a bully, a coward.
To win every fight,
The small are devoured.
Beat me, hurt me,
Scare me, and…rape?
Tear off my clothes,
Where is my escape?
There was someone,
In the distance lurking,
Coming to save me.
I watch You smirking.
She beat down You,
And grabbed my clothes,
Asked if I was alright,
She was one of my heroes.
You opened his eyes,
She looked at You hissing,
“The opera ain’t over,
‘Til the fat lady’s done singing.”
Copyright © Nicole King | Year Posted 2010
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