This is life for you thing like this happen every day this poem Continues on in the my poem Harsh September day not 4 the squeamish .....


No food to eat
left out on the streets
To cry and die in pain
In agony she will lie and die in the rain
Pregnant an swollen her heart lies open and drained
Only harsh memory’s on her brain
He would love her then hate her
Then he would rape her
But told her he only did it because he loved he so
So he would hold her tight
Tell it will all be all right
Only to beat her again the next night
Over and over he would push her to fight
He would sneak into her room at night
He hush her and touch her
Then beat her…….. so it all would become a blur
Fuck her then leave her never did he really needed her
He was enticed by the way his hand would move up her thigh
And when he was questioned only thing he could say…..
Only if she didn’t cry
Only if she didn’t supply all his sick needs and desires
She would have survived
She would not have died
She would still be alive
At least he believe in his sick mind
He cried that beautiful girl of mine…..

Continues .... in Harsh September day