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SheThis story may contain adult content. |
| Written by Max Booth III | |
| Wednesday, 09 July 2008 | |
 She
She was born in a farm of filth and slime, Into a world where nobody cared, She was wrapped in a sheet that fell from a clothesline, She grew up a girl that was unprepared,
She was five the first time Her Dad reached across, And placed his hand on Her thigh, He said he was the Boss, And if She ever told Mommy She would wish Her life goodbye,
Then he leaned over and kissed Her neck, And reached up Her blouse, He said it was alright, it would be over in a sec, Oh, how She despised Her Mummy's spouse,
She was eight when Her period began, And nine when it was late, Due to a poor excuse of a man, A no good selfish ingrate,
When She spoke to Her oblivious Mummy, And revealed Her secret about Her dad, And the baby growing in her tummy, Her Mummy grew weary and sad,
For Mummy blamed herself, For not seeing the obvious signs, All those bones couldn't have been broken from tripping over a shelf, Nor all those cries and black and blue eyes,
All day Mummy hid herself in the bathroom, And then late at night, When she could no longer stand picturing a baby growing in her daughter's womb, She gashed the razor into her wrist with all her might,
She found Mummy the next day, Her soul was missing; there must have been a theft, She knew in this farm She could no longer stay, So She packed Her **** and left,
Our poor little girl was on Her own, Out in the city, In the darkness of the unknown, And rubbing Her stomach, promising Her baby she would grow up to be ever so pretty,
At first She was afraid, Flinching to anyone who bothered to say ‘hello', Still thinking about Her Dad and how She was betrayed, But after a week or two She soon became mellow,
For She had met a girl named Breeze, Who helped Her on her feet, And showed Her Breeze's drug expertise, She also talked about a man named King She would soon have the pleasure to meet,
A week after being addicted to something called china white, She was taken to an apartment building complex, Which stung her with fright, When She met a man who made Her take money for sex,
At first She straight out refused, But King threatened if She wanted any more black tar, Or didn't want to go back to Daddy's house to get abused, She would go strip for that man waiting in the back of the bar,
So She humbly went and fulfilled the deed, She had done for her Dad so many times, Just sucking off another pig of greed, And trying to hold back the cries,
She whored Herself out for months beyond end, Until Her belly seemed as big as a bears, She tried blocking out the thought, She tried to pretend, But the baby was ready to come out when between Her legs leaked a waterfall of tears,
Not knowing what to do, She went in the shower, And smacked herself for being so confused, She felt as lonely as a stray flower,
Her body trembled in agonizing pain, Her head felt like it was going to explode, Out between Her legs it still seemed to rain, And She thought Her guts would splatter on the commode,
She grasped the razor blade in Her hand, And soon smeared Her blood on the shower wall, Wishing She came up with a better plan, She stumbled out the tub and on the ground She crawled ... Copyright 2008 Max Booth III |
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