There On The Golden Shore,
Stood A Soul Shattered,
People Called Her A *****,
A Filthy Stigma,

Smooth Weren’t Her Path But Rough,
Let Down & Rejected,
Been Through Enough,
Continued With Their Rants None Cared,

Neither Moulded Like This By Birth,
Nor Was Eager To Learn This Trade,
Pious Like Every Other Soul On Earth,
Crafted By God Handmade,

She Kept Emotions & Tears At Bay,
For Her Child’s Better Tomorrow ,
Traded Herself Everyday,
Silently Suffered All The Atrocities,

Awaiting For A Second Chance,
Freedom From Those Suffocating Shackles,
That Cursed Her Reflection After Every Glance,
Tattooed On Her Was The Scarlett Letter,

Desperate To Seek Redemption,
She Stares Every Sundown,
With Wish Of A New Sun,
Better Than Yesterday & Tomorrow.