I am ok now
Why does everyone judge me?
They don't know what I have seen
I can't take the pain away
I feel like I am in display
All the mom tell their little girls don't be like her
They don't know my life ended in a blur
A man pushed me to the ground and told me to be still
He put a gun to my head, he was mentally ill
What he did to me that night was wrong
I honestly feel like I don't belong
I have a son and he is three
He will grow into the man his father will never be
Sure, judge me since I have a little boy
He is my bundle of joy
I was raped and now I am a mother
Stop judging me, because I have conceived a son like many others.
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