Black

I turn around and fall Yet another time I hit the wall That is gonna hurt more Then the last sore

Black, purple and blue Are the only colors that show through This light complexion But the whole thing was a misconception

I tried to make him understand But he won't do anything without his belt in hand I hate him so much But how can I leave the touch?

He says that I can do better But I can't sew that damn sweater Maybe it is my fault Like a virus that is caught

I get up on my feet And he pulls up a seat As he says "You are a whore, So why don't you just scream for more"

Next thing I see He is all over me I hate it when his touch Travels down, this is too much

Crying does no good I couldn't, even if it would He'd just hit me again And say that I am ugly as sin

So here I am Alone with Sam But my only hope Seems to come from a rope

If this is the end Then let my hell begin Let him die for everything Because I am black for nothing

By: Mika Buell August 20, 2000 9:25 pm

Inspired by: Some things that happen to some people, a memory for a few.