My Perspective

Sexual Assault

She sits there on the floor,
Under a small hut,
Paying for the crimes she never committed,
How her family threw her out and called her a slut,

A baby boy resting in her lap,
Feeding from her breasts,

A small voice of town,
How no one's there to help,

And Every time she tries,
To raise her voice,
She's shut down by the evils saying that it was her choice,
Broken from inside,

She was just a teen,
Pure and clean,
How was she supposed to know?
That she'll be someone's cuisine?