Wednesday, October 14, 2009

Black Coffee

Bitter like coffee
black no creamer
No sweet
She be filled up with anger and pain
Say she don’t look at God the same
And I
Go speechless..

Speechless because
No words
Or poetic phrases
Can be muttered
Or written down on pages
That will erase the memories
Of He inside of she
Raping her youth
Her purity
Her virginity
With no remorse

She feels God
But ignores his voice
Feels like he
Robbed her of choice
And left her helpless and battered
At just 12 years old
Her tiny world was shattered
Everyone who was supposed to protect
they scattered and ran
and she was left empty and shamed
he smeared her name
took his gain
and lived on

So
she
now
be
bitter
black coffee
No creamer
No sugar
No sweet
Just bitter
And cold.

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