Post by Heavy Hearted on Mar 26, 2005 2:57:06 GMT -5
A Story of Rape.....
There was a lonely girl of only three years
Who lived alone in her pain and in her fears.
At only three years she couldn't have even hurt a fly.
That was until a man made her heart and soul forever die.
She vowed that day she'd make it right.
That she'd never give up, that she'd forever fight.
She lived day in and day out, forever surviving.
She lived with the peace of knowing, the hate was still thriving.
She grew and grew, and became one of the women.
She knew it was coming, that soon it would be right there and then.
She knew that soon she'd get her revenge on it all.
That she'd some day with pride walk fearlessly tall.
But, little did she know, she'd be attacked twice.
That her life would once again roll unlucky dice.
So once again she was alone in her fear and in her pain.
With only those men, her uncles, the ones to truly gain.
She almost quit, just about gave up on her life.
As one day she stood there,at her wrist her pretty black knife.
She thought that would end it all, that it would make her sane.
But, it hit her, to get revenge, she had to on this earth remain.
So she hid that knife, for further use some other day.
Until then she could pretend that she was truly okay.
She fights to this very day, and yet is still wishing for the end.
Wishing she could just be herself, that she didn't have to pretend.
She still hasn't gotten her revenge, her right.
But, thats okay for she still has strength and alot of fight.
So now,as she sits, at her wrist her pretty black knife.
She is once again thinking of those horrible days in her life.
She wants to live, to get her revenge, yet she yearns to die.
In her mind she replays one question, "why'd they do this to me, why!?"
>>ANGIE<<
There was a lonely girl of only three years
Who lived alone in her pain and in her fears.
At only three years she couldn't have even hurt a fly.
That was until a man made her heart and soul forever die.
She vowed that day she'd make it right.
That she'd never give up, that she'd forever fight.
She lived day in and day out, forever surviving.
She lived with the peace of knowing, the hate was still thriving.
She grew and grew, and became one of the women.
She knew it was coming, that soon it would be right there and then.
She knew that soon she'd get her revenge on it all.
That she'd some day with pride walk fearlessly tall.
But, little did she know, she'd be attacked twice.
That her life would once again roll unlucky dice.
So once again she was alone in her fear and in her pain.
With only those men, her uncles, the ones to truly gain.
She almost quit, just about gave up on her life.
As one day she stood there,at her wrist her pretty black knife.
She thought that would end it all, that it would make her sane.
But, it hit her, to get revenge, she had to on this earth remain.
So she hid that knife, for further use some other day.
Until then she could pretend that she was truly okay.
She fights to this very day, and yet is still wishing for the end.
Wishing she could just be herself, that she didn't have to pretend.
She still hasn't gotten her revenge, her right.
But, thats okay for she still has strength and alot of fight.
So now,as she sits, at her wrist her pretty black knife.
She is once again thinking of those horrible days in her life.
She wants to live, to get her revenge, yet she yearns to die.
In her mind she replays one question, "why'd they do this to me, why!?"
>>ANGIE<<