She was immaculate; she was beautiful. A lady of everything, a package in full Her eyes were true, her lips were real. She was someone whose looks could kill. She was admired; she was loved. As if she were a saint or a god So people come to her and pray for food; And she became their prey to loot. She thinks of herself unclean, a rotten trash A lady of nothing, a discovered stash Her eyes that cry, her lips that lie She was someone who wants to die. She was feared; she was hated. As if she were a demon that is aberrated She bears the weight of an unbearable cross From an unwilling and forced intercourse. She cried but she was unheard. She prayed but it never worked. They said she was at fault; For how she behave and the way she clothe. She was the victim in the crime; But she was blamed for tarnishing her prime. She was a sinner who did not sin; Whom they said who brought herself in. And now she stands alone in a den; A woman living in a world only for men.