This isnt love

This isn’t love By: Crystal Fairchild Girls as young as three and five Are barely keeping themselves alive Their pimps beat and drug them All so some guy can claim to love them But this isn’t love Men touch her face and stroke her hair All saying that they care They violate and caress Going beyond the bounds of a dress But this isn’t love These pretty girls dance in time To the dance of love that binds their mind They numb out and try to escape The reality of their fate But this isn’t love A little one maybe three Sits on the bed anxiously Listening for the knock That tells her when to rock But this isn’t love His hands run up her sleeve Screaming his every need He climbs on top And doesn’t stop But this isn’t love She yells silently While these men do as they please Her body at their fingertips And her heart cold with every kiss But this isn’t love Two more then I am done She sits there waiting for him to come All she wants is some rest Even though that is not what they think is best But this isn’t love Tired and strung out These girls have nothing left to flout Hopeless desperate and lonely too These sweet girls just don’t know what to do Because they know that this isn’t love