I wasn’t far from home
When I walked few miles down!
I saw a wicked Improper Noun!
And he had a very rabid genome!
I wasn’t that woman with a charm
But my puberty was now a curse!
I didn’t give a damn about my Gucci Purse!
I prayed that he ran sans causing harm
I never had a habit to breed lies
And I began doing it since that day
I am trying to protect my dignity in dismay
From the day, He Raped My Eyes!
I’ve got my glares on…
I’ve got my scarf on…
I’ve hidden in my own image
I can’t see my own cleavage!
I now roam like a Dead Mummy!
I wish I’ll soon get rid of this Teenage!