I'm not a surgeon but, I can fix a heart using a couple stitches.

I know she has been hurt I can tell by her pictures... She,

Sticks your stomach in so boys can like her pictures... She,

Push her booty out to show her lil figure... But,

Only I can see those scratches. War wounds from a place

she calls love, It's sex on his mind but all she wants is a hug and

she pushes away. Then comes that drug. The one she takes everyday.

The one that hurts but she's been instructed to through the pain away and

show no tears. But everybody don't know is that she has been taking this

drug for years. Medicine... Prescribed from her boyfriend... of painfully injected

scars. He tells her to... Shut up and beats her until her son screams mama

and he looks at him and pause. Baby girl I see you. and I understand how love

can hurt but, she needs help, she's had so many beatings this year she had to buy make-up.

Like I said I understand... How love can hurt. But it only takes one call and all of the

injection will decease. You and your body look tired, let your soul be set free. You're too

beautiful to have hand prints on your back and blood coming from your knees. You'e too...

Smart to be taking this drug and you could've been set free. But it's not up to me.

But I'm always willing to help. But I can't help you unless you're willing to help

yourself. Like I said... I understand... How love can hurt. So lets start over... And pray... That

you never get hurt. Again

DeeThaPoet