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Fallen from an angel's grace;
Guilt, has blackened her whole face.

Her heart is full, with tears;
overflowing, life long fears.

Close her eyes, lay and can not sleep;
these continuous terrors, emotions too deep.

See the image of self across that moat;
silent, words, trapped by your fist, at her throat.

Even if she tries to cross the murky sea by boat;
it's battered, She will falter, fail; and you will gloat.

Torn up inside, because of your greed;
Broken inside, because of her need.

Too tired to care, just want to die;
too drained of energy to breath, even cry.

All because of one, fate less night;
lost the will to live or fight.

All because of one, fate less night;
lost the sense of wrong or right.

Your voice, proud and clear is heard;
yet her written lines faded and blurred.

It's all too much;
sinking into touch;
got into her head;
want to be dead.

The words are shriveled, hard to part;
they are not in her mind, but in her heart.

Her words are true, Her words are dead;
will Her empty soul, ever be fed?

Her words are spent, breath is used.
Everywhere, little girls abused.

Could I write forever in senseless rhyme?
If it won't cause changes, can't turn back time.

These words on pages; poetry.
With their meaning and rhythm; floetry.

This will remain when all else is devoured;
with speech, women are empowered.

Some women, all women maybe;
are addicted to drama, addicted like she

is addicted to drama; so erase with food,
drugs, pain or some washed up dude.

Behind the bravado and all the façade,
lies a little girl whose life is so bad.

Kept it hidden, it's so wrong;
maybe that's why this is so long.

The pain burns, sears at every joint;
but by now you ask what is my point?

SHE is victim; no space for race.
SHE is victim; in every case.

He took her voice.
She lost her choice.

The killer, pulled from her mouth the tape;
viewing her lover, the girl cried 'rape'

Pleading, protesting! with you though,
unless said plainly no doesn't mean no!

With your mind, you will bend and break
then from her body, what will you take?

Thier faces, no more, a blur;
she objectifying, you, objectifying her.

Tainted, stained, her life is now pain;
within your 'love' she will remain.

Must it always be binding physical?
Can oppression be mental or spiritual?

Actions speak louder than words, they say.
Fear is her reason, what justifies your deeds today.

Call it karma, bad juju or what you wish;
maybe cold revenge, best served as a dish.

Tirelessly, search for explanation;
SHE is woman; of course, discrimination.

All because of one, fate less day;
her only defense is to pray.

All because of one, fate less day;
with her life and soul she must pay.

one man...all men...
All because of one, fate less day...
what more can I say...