The girl who ran away. . .

She walked barefoot on the ground full of rocks and nails With clothes ripe all over her body Her legs are an open door For the good guy to give her children To teach them how to say yes sir, no sir She maybe black as a darkness sir But she has her beauty She ain't just a hog Who is cultivating your farm under the hot sun Yes, sir you are my master i"ll walk on your command No, sir i am nobody in your sight She cried Her skin transformed into parallel lines You can even see spit scattered on her face She had no choice But to flew westward Sir, she needed to survive But sir you didn't care She could have told you But your selfishness would not allow her The girl who ran away Was so sweet, so innocent Now, she is wanted for granted. The girl who ran away.