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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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