She screams as she struggles
The sound of her cries muffled
Her assailant's eyes look baffled
Her red eyes cry, her sobs stiffled
She tries to run but she is stopped
To the ground she is tackled
Her effort to run is attacked
And to the floor she is dropped
She tried to fight, she did, she tried!
She cried too much, she did, she cried!
She aimed to bite, oh yes, she did!
But the result she got was not what she bid
She wanted to hide, but all that was hid
Was only just this evil deed
An evil deed, indeed it was
An evil deed that no one saw
Evil as it was, no one saw
If someone had seen, she would cry no more
But at present her pride was no more
It's a cruel world out there and cries for help often go unheard
You don’t need to be pretty
to be likable
You don’t need to be rich
to be admirable
You don’t need to be a king/queen
to be respectable
Some things are best left un-addressed
said the priest to the professional
in the confessional.
It is a difficult action to take
Yet a betrayal to peace
Nothing is ever the same