Once there was a little girl, <br />who lost her virginity, <br />who felt like a whore. <br />Every night she cried in shame, <br />cutting herself, <br />trying to forget his name. <br />Years passed, <br />she built a wall, <br />pushed everyone away, <br />trying to lose them all. <br />Today's the day, <br />an anniversary of sorts. <br />and she remembers the day <br />he tore away her shorts. <br />She cried, he gagged her. <br />She screamed, he slapped her. <br />She bled, he laughed at her. <br />She fell still, he finished his kill. <br />Today's the day, <br />she'll hide in fear, <br />it's been three years, <br />what'll happen this year?<br /><br />Ann Thrope<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/whore/
