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.