A girl I knew,
Yesterday.
Her crown was replaced with torns.
That same girl I know,
Today.
Is rejected for being a victim of rape,
Today.
She is forced into darkness by an act of someone's wickedness.
Today.
She is reminded of being a dirt.
Today, she's married but still rejected.
Everyday.
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