she is that simple whore across the street
who wishes for a man to love her more
than for her flesh, her life is incomplete
the things that she would do for one more score
her crack addiction keeps her soul in gloom
i met her once when she was damn near dead
that was before the poison did consume
her heart which broke upon the floor and bled
last night i heard her screaming for her dad
to stop it as he climbed on top of her
i heard that high-pitch ring and echo mad
which caused my spine to tingle and to stir
oh, who will have him punished for his sin
i saw her bruised today with purple skin
To write where most poets won't dare to go is very courageous.
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