She is broken beyond repair,
She is hurt and in despair,
What they did to her last night,
Her Unspoken and unexpressed pain, you think was light?
Her life has become a storm,
Yet you expect her to behave in a decent form?
Ending up crying,
Tears drying,
Imparting
The illiterate feelings,
Expecting healings,
Of her wounded heart,
Being so apart,
Following the dark streets,
With invigorating breathes,
Rolling down tears,
Because of daunting fears,
Looking hither and thither,
Trying not to wither,
My concern is care,
Yet the justice is rare., yet the justice is rare.
