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INJURED PARTY

INJURED PARTY

Why won’t I die alone?

Why won’t I mourn alone?

When I’m always here

Full of tears

When I’m always there

Full of fear.

My heart screamed but no one could hear,

After my powerless strength to push his weight

With my garden of Venus opened after making whoopee

And so, he left me a red mark.

Alone together in my pain.

My pride is gone,

My virginity is done.

I’m a room with no door!

Every moment that goes by,

I wish to bit the dust as an injured party.

Or maybe I can see someone to heal my land?

Who then shall listen to my open secret?

 © BABALOLA ISRAEL A

            Eazypoet

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