When will you stop?
In terror, my innocence was stretched like a carpet you dazzled yourself within,
With the wind whipping the waves, my soul hoped it carries you to hell, where you belong
You sliced my inner being finely and effortlessly like I'm another cake for a birthday celebration
The more I told you to stop, was the more your face brightened, you found so much sexual gratification by inflicting pain on me, I swear you're some sort of sadistic..
Your pride was too high, even the screams of my angelic voice couldn't reach deep enough to break your masculinity.
I stayed there, frozen, broken and confused
I feebly tried to soar the wings you cut,
You punished me for a crime I didn't commit,
please don't you dare and insult my intelligent, we both know I was wearing a long dress,
It covered my non existence boobs, I mean I don't even have curves, but I'm sure you didn't even notice that;
I for one thought that's your fantasy.. If not what is it?
Does my feminine sculpture produce a scent of attraction for vultures like you, if yes I need a higher dosage of testosterone to enhance the Jackie Chan strength in me, that betrayed my fighting spirit that day.
You got what you wanted, you ate like a hungry lion,
You dismissed me like backwater
In the world of natural selection, the survival of fittest, I might have survived but I don't feel fit enough to walk tall like trees,
to stand strong like a rock or
to even run for anything,
I must admit, I am scared..
I can feel affright in my bones
I walk with a shadow over my shoulders,
I'm perpetually suspicious of every male species.
"Someone out there, is there anyone out there, please" ... don't turn your other cheek when everything in us is crying for justice and maybe a bit of revenge to blast our way out of abuse,
Open your ears and allow us to jump right in, maybe our cry will fall on fertile grounds and all of this suffering will stop.