Beaten, forced down, surrender with no control,
A man has too much power, a man with no soul,
Quiet, be quiet, promise you'll make no noise,
Strength so overwhelming, the pride of these little boys,
Hand across the mouth, muffling the screams,
Forced to face reality, breaking our once had dreams,
The pulling of the hair, the hard slaps to the face,
Blood covers the floor, in this unknown place,
Tears stream down your cheeks, pleading him to stop,
Bruising your walls inside, brutally, as he's on top,
Noone there to help you, no superman, no cape,
Just another victim of another heartless rape,
That's so sad gril... I know the feeling. I just recently went through the same thing and it's not the first time either, email me. bachtel_ashley@yahoo.com
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again, I have not the words to express the power of your message, the reality of your pain. Great Ink Niakeva. -Kelly.