Adrianna
A 16 year old girl, innocently dancing to the music of love
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She awakes to feel her body ache
Finds herself at the graveyard of her seed and they tell her that she should have protected it, she shouldn't have used fertiliser on her soil
But little do they know that you don't have a voice when you're blood poisoned
Don't they know that her womb weeps a bitter lament, only heard by her?
Don't they know that her walls were ripped apart?
Her knees are bruised
Her tears washed the kitchen floor as she scrubbed away her own blood like a slave
She is a slave
To the torment of watching time go by while she imagines the growth of her unborn, never will be born child
She is a slave to the beauty of her body
Chained by the way her hills hold her dress
Must dress neat and sit up straight with that turtle around her neck
His hands around her neck
So she ain't askin' for it
Oh girl, you ain't wanna be askin' for it
The way she smiles, assumed to be a porthole to her soul, tie
Her glorious hair ties her to the bed posts because she's not going out tonight to invite ghosts
One day, she will escpae to a distant universe where men don't trade false love for her body
One day, she will break free from being a woman
A slave
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