Little did they know,
she was the victim of their old sick game.
As they were laughing out loud,
her scared grimace made them feel proud
as her walls came crashing down,
she wanted to leave her old, black and white town
as they kept throwing rocks at her,
she cried out in pain, in shame, in hidden anger
as young as sixteen,
she's nowhere to be seen.
Little did they know,
she was the victim of their fucked up system.
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Antidote
PoetryAn antidote for the lost, the hurt, and the broken. Highest Ranking: #03 in Poetry [06/21/16]
