The cuts of a girl

Six feet beneath the soil  Lungs clogged with no oxygen  and she, she could not breath.. Her heart was filled with  Seconds of nothingness and insecurities    I came across this creature    With bleeding eyes, Her heart bled into cloths of fear  Because, her useless self was not worthy Bloody, sacked red eyes never  Fooled the indolent, indoctrinated misogynist That .. Their friendly disguised misogyny  Never waited a milli second  To consume all the air inside her lungs  Sharply, tearing her  Tired, tarnished self .   That the organ between her legs  Was a stop sign  For men who need to quench their testosterone thirst  A collection of organs, green enough for guests  But nobody is ever willing to settle down .   Progeny nor plaque  Failed to stop them, because  Of the over-given melanin in her skin  The added nature in her hair  To fix here and there    It was often unpleasant of her to mention  Her menstrual cycle in public, Even to warn about day 14, Because the reality of her body is too disgusting    You told her that  The monstrous anger in her tone  Was like two rough metals, stretching  On one another, irritating . To tone down the ghetto nature in herself    Well,   Perhaps if you toned down  The critics in your modulated tone  She would of had a much less  Confining voice, more ravishing    Your addition to the spitting  Of her dark, rough pimpled skin  Was the reason,  She made use of the  Recreational doing of her body    To earn extra rands,  bleach her skin  and look like the yellow bone next door  the one who consequently gave you goose-bumps   You see, your naughty wink  In her mother's kitchen sink  With her weak hands, removing  Dirt, dish by dish  Thoughts too deep  Hoping you would appear or rather  Be as clean as the dish    Kept her hoping  But, but you see that hope was like  Missing a soul ones never met  Totally impossible    Making her feel like a promising  Motor car with no engine  Completely useless