Sick man's fun
This helpless girl
Is lying on the cold floor
This sick twisted man
Stands over her, wanting more
She can’t fight anymore
The first time she tried
He pinned her to the floor
She screamed and cried
She’s resisted and struggled
Cried for him to stop
Now she does nothing
Her hands just can’t block
She sits there thinking
“I’m going to be killed.”
As she shakes in fear
Is his dirty deed fulfilled?
This freshly broken girl
Was raped and battered
Stained in her own blood
All dreams now shattered
This disgusting crime
Left too much damage done
Now her life is totally changed
From one sick mans fun
poem by Jeanette Dunlap
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