Tania

Stole away innocence So much so annihilation was imminent So that she’d never look in the eyes of another man Broken apart by the touch of her fellow man Now these silent screams, destroy dreams Of young girls that never knew they were queens So she grows into a trick, sewing schemes and every man on her path continues perpetuating the perception she learned at just thirteen she never stood a chance with the thread that was streamed we call them trash, not knowing their paths Men passing, cuffing her ass, fifteen minutes, long gasps. she spends her nights trying to puncture the past she only feels relevant laying on her back