Her eyes tell a story filled with mystery and sorrow.

Beautiful she unbeknownst to her.

In her mind of whirling thoughts and emotions

Concieved is the worthless, the harlotry of the soul.

Unaware of how to spread her wings and be free, she spreads her legs

Becoming a product of circumstance, a statistical nightmare.

Controlled by the masses, unwilling to separate wrong from righteous.

She falls again into the arms of ignorance.

Enslaved by the desire to be everything she's not.

Aspiring only to copulate in an effort to manipulate 

Bearing the seed of iniquity b***child of misery,

Tainting herself.

Unwilling to pay the cost for her freedom, too willing to remain

Trapped inside the psychological logics of the psychotic fem.

Spiritually barren, morally corrupt.

A daughter, a sister, a mother, a woman