Fingers like ribbons
Wrapped elegantly over her lips
Silencing her screams and soaking up her tears
Hands do explore the body
Holding her in place as she attempts to flee
Eyes are the key to the soul, so what do mine say?
Once a soft green, now a disturbing grey
The smile of a child has turned cold and porcelain.
They strip her of her clothes and take pictures once again.
Males see her beauty, natural as they claim
But she only sees the naked body and turns away in shame.
Many have requests, she is famous now.
But not with pride, not with honor, this is different somehow.
Every single picture is as suggestive as it gets.
They aren't her, not as she seems, and not at her best.
But for that $100 every photo shoot.
She will pose just for the money, in only her little boots.