i wrote this in a deeply emo mood. saw this gurl on tv,she was homeless uneducated etc. no older than 15 n she had this frozen face like she was crying all night n day. and when the camera women asked her questions she wouldnt answer, instead they were answered by her ignorant a** friends who talked a wholelotta crap about owning her n how they protect her in the street n shit.
i wrote this last year sometime but its still incomplete. the is a piece i definately want to record so im lookin for any feedback, good, bad i dont give criticize it all you want. o f*** u if u dont have anything to say n ju8s talk outya a**.
Jane
She had a light complexion
Bloodstained eyes from glue
Her bliss was food
Her voice was unheard
Only she knew see
She only spoke when
She felt she had to convey
Her spirit was dead
Ever since that dark day
She gave birth to her son
She was barely in her teens
Surrounded by demons
Wit charcoaled faces
Fading into the night
The baby cried
Tears covered in frostbite
Movements numbed by the cold see
She could feel the reaper swipe
On her one hour old
As the below human josey temperature
Swallows her child whole
Into the belly of the beast
He was dead by morning
His blood crystallized
As the heathens praised beezlebub
With hatred in her eyes
Her love was sacrificed to the shadows
Servants of the devil
Watched in anticipation
As she cried in her blood puddle
Cries only heard by those who listened
She swore to herself
Silence will be her blessing
A gift given
In return for her young politician
Who was snatched away
Before she could even kiss him.
Yes I saw her
The dirty princess
Walked the streets depressed
Barefoot n bloody knuckles
Burst lip n life stress she
Tried to supress
The bulge of her breasts
And turned in her large dress
For tracksuit pants
And cold stare
Always present
On the face of this child
She hated to smile
Her eyes were the window
to something vile
her hair was twisted
looking like piles of dead ants
I tried to blow them away but
She held on tight
She battled my gust thrust
Feared nothing at night
She was sure she saw the devil
Holding a crack pipe
So none of these weak hood could ever harm her
The only reason she got raped was karma
She masturbated to the idea
Ever since she was a few years
And the days in her life wee a reality
She always had an attraction
to men that spoke ill
she was a horny f***ing imbecile
now she walks a lost beat
Tryin hard not to show her pain
her virginity was broken by a man that had no face
held her down in a streetlight
she screamed but remained unheard
for onlookers watched but
kept the sympathy silent
and like all her other problems
she swore to remain private
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