DON'T TOUCH

Born of a woman
Strength of a father
Joy of a mother
Pride of a sister
Help of a brother
Tear of a virgin

Alone in a room
With the mind of an infant
Welcome of innocence
Clash with the smirk of insolence

All in a space of time
The horror happens without a sight
A scream goes out for help
But the one within pays no attention

Smashed to the ground in struggle
Wounded with blows
Tear ruptured
But none considered

Unbuckled belt 
Mixed with an open skirt
In tears, surrenders her strength
To the force of the wicked in full length

At last he arises
With the smirk of a job well done
Tramples on the withered red flower
As she hides to safety

Indeed, she might have needed a touch
But not a touch that causes trauma

 (Say no to RAPE)❌

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  1. UnknownAugust 23, 2020 at 8:34 PM

    What a graphical description of a rape victim. I join to chorus NO TO RAPE

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