The Important “N” Word
She was beat daily
the man,
he had no true heart
he was a shiny shell on the shelf
she loved him like no other
and in return she got nothing
no love, no respect
just pain
she was his dirty rag
he used her for show
cheated on her and constantly beat her
eventually she was gone
After being used and beaten for so long
the rag had holes
no longer in use,
She no longer has a pulse
she is gone,
Nicole
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