The Fighter Poetry Slam


With him in mind she loses sight of who she is

And a very vivid imagine she has, she was told

And who would believe what had been done to her

And she had been only eighteen years old


Her innocence had been stolen, taken

And her heart wrenched at the thought of his clutch

And with one flaw in judgment he took away the light in her soul

And she would forever remain a captor to his touch


Though the scars she knows are real, she is told she shouldn’t feel

And filled with filth and sorrow, she must release herself

And she wishes this would stop, would end

And through his fingertips she cries, pleads for help


How could he do such a thing, she asks herself

And the very thought of his hands makes her ill

And the world chooses to believe him

And they judge her, they judge her still


With a few words of wisdom she is able to move on

And her world seems brighter

And his world she has tried putting past her

And she has now become a fighter


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