She walked barefoot on the ground full of rocks and nails <br /> <br />With clothes ripe all over her body <br /> <br />Her legs are an open door <br /> <br />For the good guy to give her children <br /> <br />To teach them how to say yes sir, no sir <br /> <br />She maybe black as a darkness sir <br /> <br />But she has her beauty <br /> <br />She ain't just a hog <br /> <br />Who is cultivating your farm under the hot sun <br /> <br />Yes, sir you are my master i'll walk on your command <br /> <br />No, sir i am nobody in your sight <br /> <br />She cried <br /> <br />Her skin transformed into parallel lines <br /> <br />You can even see spit scattered on her face <br /> <br />She had no choice <br /> <br />But to flew westward <br /> <br />Sir, she needed to survive <br /> <br />But sir you didn't care <br /> <br />She could have told you <br /> <br />But your selfishness would not allow her <br /> <br />The girl who ran away <br /> <br />Was so sweet, so innocent <br /> <br />Now, she is wanted for granted. <br /> <br /> The girl who ran away.<br /><br />Guenael Oristel<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-girl-who-ran-away/
