The Fighter Poetry Slam
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With him in mind she loses sight of who she is
And a very vivid imagine she has, she was told
And who would believe what had been done to her
And she had been only eighteen years old
Her innocence had been stolen, taken
And her heart wrenched at the thought of his clutch
And with one flaw in judgment he took away the light in her soul
And she would forever remain a captor to his touch
Though the scars she knows are real, she is told she shouldn’t feel
And filled with filth and sorrow, she must release herself
And she wishes this would stop, would end
And through his fingertips she cries, pleads for help
How could he do such a thing, she asks herself
And the very thought of his hands makes her ill
And the world chooses to believe him
And they judge her, they judge her still
With a few words of wisdom she is able to move on
And her world seems brighter
And his world she has tried putting past her
And she has now become a fighter