RAPE

Rape happens in the world, it's a shame
but we the victims are not to blame!
it doesn't mater what's your race
To them it doesn't matter how pretty or ugly is your face
They like to have power
They pick us as they would a flower
We know they must be sick, sick, sick
It's a bomb going off in their head, tick, tick, tick
Then it happens and we cry
But we never get the answer why
Then we take a hot shower, scrubbing off the dirt
Wondering if he thought we was a flirt
Wondering if we should keep the skirt
We the victims feel so many things
But most of all we feel we have lost our wings

By Sandra L. Valero