Sacred Body
It was a fine morning
A sunday to be exact
Ate breakfast like no other
Got ready like no other
was on my way to church like no other
I didn't know that on that day
my life was going to completely change for the rest of my life
Him in the driver seat
While I was in the passenger seat
His hand slowly slithered to my thighs
Rised up to the area my mom told me was sacred
I wanted to scream my lungs out and ask for help
But I stuck there
I didn't know what to do
I was hoping for a miracle
He had so much power in his hands
I was his bitch as he said
I was weak
I wanted to be dead
I thought it was a nightmare
Minutes passed
I walked out his hearse like nothing happened at all
went with my day
nobody knew
It was just another sunday
I cried myself to sleep
everynight
Nobody was there to help
Did i deserve this?
Am I his bitch?
This is the day I'd change
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