life mocked me and beat my body sore
by the indigene of this elusive world
turning a pleasant day into death
as he appeared with piteous recognition in fixed eyes
lifting distressful hands as if to bless
and by his smile. i knew that act
and by his dead smile, i knew my blood will split
i was captured, before i knew it my cloth was tore
he was too strong and heavy, couldn't get him off top
his hand covering my mouth as i fought and cried
i screamed so loud but nobody heard my voice
i cried and pleaded till my voice was gone
and tears running down my face,
my skirt soaked with blood
and my braided hair mopping the floor
and as tears fall to my breast
i logged out of this world
and as my blood paints the tiles
i cursed the human world
for the pleasure of moment he has sunk my pride
and for this shame, i dare not bare
for the pain touched touched on me was inhumane,
made by a soulless creature
my curse of the human world will not cease
for discreetly, I've tried to keep the bed undefiled
that in my white garment, one day i will smile
when i will walk down the aisle. with my pride
with joy in my heart and not awful smile
