for 11.15.03
I didn't go willing when I was snatched off the street in broad day light.
And as you read on you'll know why this poem I couldn't recite.
Can you imagine a beautiful morning becoming the worst day of you life?
I was more than traumatized as I was sexually violated by 3 men who took turns having their way with me.
While deep down inside I was inpregnated with bottled up screams.
I fought as much as I could but there was only one of me so what could I possibly do?
Oh you ask why didn't I scream, I forgot to tell you I'm a minute.
(5.15.03)
