Taken from familiarity
All comforts stripped away
Just like her soul
Exposed to all, disrobed
In the most unceremonious
Of ways

That sacred femininity
Violently stolen.
There was no one to
Protect her, none to
Wipe up the tears
Of a broken girl
Desensitized to everything

With each thrust
With each grunt
She is further made
Less of a human
She is an object for the
Wants and desires of men,
Unable to see the little girl,
Hidden beneath the makeup