Hurting.
Bleeding.
But he’s laughing. Moving on.
Walking around like a saint.
He is your brother.
He is your husband.
He is your boyfriend.
But he murdered my innocence.
Took my pride away.
I, had to grow up…
A bit way too young
And now,
I have to speak up,
Maybe a bit too late…
But it has to be done.
This talk has to be held.
Needs To Be Held!
There is work to be done.
Songs to be sung
And Lord knows, there’s a war to be won.
But we have prisoner tongues.
And that, That needs to change.
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