The night she met her doom
Alone,she walked down the street
To spent The evening in solitude
As the sun had gone east
Beautiful, vibrant and free
Young,wild but a teen
Before her ***** was broken
Her girl pride stolen
John doe hid in the woods
Scrutinizing the neighborhood
For a victim to the terror of his room
And wicked relief of his manhood
Suddenly,her hand were clasped
Mouth gagged,legs trapped
She screamed with no sound
As the beast tore her blouse
15,she was in her prime
16,men took her pride
17,fought to be alive
18,finding a switch to her light
Diagnosed and gifted with fistula
From **** that remains a stigma
The night and woods she will always remember,
As she fights to be a survivor
This is to every **** victims out there,you will find the switch to your light,cure to your curse..Keep fighting, you will win,come out strong..