Her

I'm forced to acknowlege
The pain and misery she went through
The memories that were full of inexplicable meaning

She watched her dreams burn and crash
With a blow of irony
And I'm constantly reminded of how lucky I am
Not to be her

For her innocence was robbed from her
And what I indure is nothing compared to her suffering
Because a terrible fate has befallen her
And I wonder how he feels for ruining her life

And now I understand thatI had decieved myself
In thinking that death was worse than anything else
But alas she must tolerate the creulty of the world
And she must accept the responsibilities handed to her with
MOTHERHOOD
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I wrote this Sophmore Year along with my other poems about My cousin who got raped and became Pregnant wherever she is I hope she's good.