She lays in bed, staring at the ceiling.
Guilt, shame, frustration is what she’s feeling.
Counts days one, two, three, to infinity.
Searching for hope, but instead she’s losing dignity.
Thoughts racing through her head like NASCAR.
Trying to heal herself, but all she’s left with is a scar.
reminiscing on days she wishes she could forget.
the aching, painful truth she’s not yet willing to accept.
Her childhood heart was filled with trust,
But your manhood could not captivate the lust.
So young, she fights an internal battle.
Her mind, Sparta, you manage to rattle.
Ignorant, foolish personality: jester.
Your soul is too cold, need a sweater.
Naive mind you are able to manipulate.
Hurricane Katrina coming her way, she is not able to anticipate.
Persuasion won by persistence.
Personal invasion, she feels reluctance.
She grows up struggling with identity.
Lord knows this is not her destiny.
Years go on, she reaches her fate.
story, new man, she manages to hate.
Her insides feel like boxing, round 2, he begins rumbling.
She is awakened with disgust, struggling.
he tries to win, eye on the prize.
She uses all the strength in her thighs.
Tap one, tap two, tap three, it's a knock out.
Trying to forget all those nights, block out.
But two is not enough, there must be strike three.
from this abuse will she ever be free.
New city, new adventures she awaits.
Befriending males, she debates.
Sipping on courage, she’s had too much.
Ignoring her voice he manages to touch.
He crosses the line, and this she will no longer tolerate.
Hiding in fear, men making her a machine, she will not operate.
born anew, she becomes fearless.
Worried no more, her voice will make her peerless.
She works up courage, telling her story.
Every young girl who has been snatched of glory.
Do not be ashamed of what you could not control.
Your story, your fear, your triumph makes you whole.
You are strong, you are alive, you are a survivor
be fierce, be free, be wild, tiger.
