she is death

She didnt want all this for herself,
It all started when she was just twelve,
Weak and no one to help,
Scared without a friend to tell,
Young with a lifetime experience of hell,
Often sickly and never well,
She hates evil in the male.

Her mother had just died,
Her tears had not yet dried,
She would think of her and cried,
Why did she decide to leave?
Now with her step dad on her sleeve,
He would take advantage and sleep,
Broke her virginity before she was ripe,
Its one of the many nights she cant forget in her life,
Threatened,
That her life too will be shortened,
Naive not knowing what had happened,
Tonight i empathise with her am saddened.

Withdrawn out of school,
Call all sorts of names even a fool,
Used as a sexual tool,
Slaved by the bully bull,
Now fifteen,
A prostitute committed to the sin,
With few bucks she wouldnt mind if you are fat or thin,
Shes used to not having a shoulder to lean,
But a pot bellied mans penis to clean.

In the night she's a queen,
Shes doesnt care what shes doing,
Attractive from her now grown twin,
Men who be with her feel its a night win,
Fucking her repeatedly within,
Just like that prick of a step father she had.

Lifes of hopeless and unjust men she ruins,
She is heartless as life is unfair,
She has had a full encounter of evil to share,
She doesnt know whats to dare,
She has no conscience of fear,
She's a symbol that death is near.