Stolen Petals
Little girls gotta grin,
bruised legs
shaved skin
red burns
frozen like a mannequin.
bowing to her audience
applauding her commence
calling her an on-core
little girl so heart sore
pouring her life down
upon the dirty floor.
crowds got an uproar
raping her like a new whore
petals, petals surround this girl
weeping, screaming so eye sore
hearts been ripped off its stem
laying alone in guilty flem
helpless, broken,
little girl torn,
all thats left now are her thorns.
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