Plagued

I could run fast and never stop the screaming nor the men and what they do. I can not sleep- thinking; the vision raw, repulsive. Man manipulates Beating you, me, girls. Yet we shine, together As woman, goddess- A gift of beauty, sweet lust. Delicate rose often crying, sad as petals tear. Shadows tell why I ache. My bare skin recalls how it felt: weak, pathetic, ugly… when the last petal falls.