Raped by Wickedness,

Impregnated with Evil,

Used and abandoned,

Who could accept her?

Skin crawling with sin,

Tongue forever impure,

Eyes permanently scarred,

Who could accept her?

Internal turmoil fill her,

Sadness to the brim

“It’s not my fault, it’s not my fault!”

She cries in agony.

They turn against her,

Avoiding her every path.

Grime and sin cover her;

They fear it will spread.

Stories of pain fall on deaf ears,

Her problems are now her own,

No one to turn to,

She copes alone.