No longer pure,
No longer proud,
No longer acceptable.
Judged, and not even given a second chance.
Doomed, blamed, accused!
Pointed at,
Smitten at.
All that is wrong, put on her shoulders,
All that she did right never to be remembered.
Slowly forgotten of,
Slowly becoming worthless by the second.
Slowly rotten.
Just lonely,
For she has fallen and can not get up,
While no one hands her a hand.
With a broken wing,
And a supposedly black soul.
She can’t go back,
She can’t say she’s sorry.
Her apologies ignored.
Love banned in her name.
Hate driven towards her with deceit.
Yet she was the one to break the law!
The one to sin!
The one to dare look him in the eye,
The one to dare speak of what is right.
Now she will die,
Now she will rot.
For she cannot live where she has been placed.
Doomed is her life,
and deceit is her new name,
Death is her awarded gift
That’s what she gets for being helpful!
For trying to be nice!
For standing up to the big guy!
For not being acceptable in life.