doll.
thats what people would often call her.
a nickname she acquired from her pale face,
her large eyes,
her curvy body,
and her red lips.
she was truly beautiful.
everyone knew it.
so she decided to show off her beauty.
she thought it would be okay.
she wore a tight dress.
and some makeup.
and some shiny heels.
she set out on the city.
people whistled at her
but thats a daily thing for her.
one man asked if she wanted a ride.
she accepted, wanting to get to the club fast.
they had a pleasant conversation in the car.
but she woke up in a allyway.
her arms and legs were cut up and buised
and her clothes were in a ball
on the other side of the ally.
she cried.
she was called a slut.
and a whore.
because of something she couldnt control.
she blamed herself.
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hard feelings [ poetry + vents ]
Poetryhighest rank: #44 in poetry [ disclaimer: this may be triggering to some! also, please read the first chapter, as it goes over a few important things. thanks! :) ]