Her Story

I saw you walking, passed an old street corner, you looked so cool, I, a grieving mourner,

I turn my head, to the old fat man, driving a Lincoln, the old fat man, told me her story, the time she was raped, of the rapists glory, he got away, with stealing her pride, It will not happen, if I was by her side,

I envy her, her cool, cool ways, She smokes cigarettes, she dislikes gays, She's been exposed, to the outside world, I a mere boy, sheltered truly, My life, hard as it seems, will not match her story,

She has lived nightmares, beyond my worst dreams, shes tried to commit suicide, shes been raped clean, she's done her time in prison, shes run away from home, many things she's seen, seen entirely alone,

Her past has been dreaded, but her future is anew, If she were with me, I could be a suicidal kid too,

But I'd risk it all, risk every last bit, My pure, pure ways, my antique baseball mitt, She means more to me, than a million dollars, her miserable father, hits her and hollers,

The man I hate, I hate with a passion, If I met him in real life, He'd receive a bashin', Id tear out his black heart, and feed it to his man eating dog, I'd sever his head, or his legs instead,

This girl I like, she has a rough past, I can relate, its been a bad cast, Her story has brought tears, to Many of eyes, this poem is sad, and Ive began to despise, it does not rhyme, nor tell any lies,

Its a bad poem, but it tells her story, the story of suicide, sadness, and a rapers glory, I cannot think, of what I will become, But I assure you all, these bad times - I'm ready for some...

-=Not a very good poem, I wasn't in a rhyming mood the day I wrote this, anyways, its a true story, if you can comment on this It'd be appreciated. Email me your thoughts, I'm at ThrashingNbashing@hotmail.com - Thank you=-