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May 2019
She scrubs her olive skin,
until it starts to bleed;
She collapses in the shower,
and begins to scrub her knees.
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No matter the time it takes,
or the Brillo Pads she's used;
She never felt quite clean enough,
just ***** and abused.
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Her nightmare had began,
earlier that day;
When the Bug Man came on in,
and he began to spray.
-
He layed down his equipment,
and began to talk to her;
Before she even knew it,
he was ripping off her shirt.
-
She could not move an inch,
consumed with shame and fear;
When he ripped off her blue jeans,
her eyes broke out in tears.
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When he was finished with her,
and the **** came to an end;
He packed up all his gear,
and out the door he went.
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She sat in utter schock,
all she felt was shame;
Because she let him in,
was she the one to blame?
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Poetress2  59/F/IL
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