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Poetry Corner: She’s Gotta Have It

Service is the rent you pay for room on this place,

One night that man did something horrible to a child a real creep.

Forever embedded in your mind that face,

Scars most invisible traumatic deeper than deep.

So ashamed to admit you were the victim in this case,

Afraid what others would think so you don’t say a peep.

Innocence before realized gone without a trace,

A crime against nature with no yellow tape.

Now you let anyone invade your space,

Thinking you control it but truly a slave to the freak.

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