Horrible! Odious! Reprehensible!
But what was she even wearing?
Wasn’t her Visible Panty Line all dem boyz always saw?
Detached adjectives and morphemes
Followed diluted sympathy
As if a beast needs a rationale to blow.
On that blank date
That sour night
Reproach was secreted at the foyer of her essence.
A jacketed beast plundered her
And his semen hit a jackpot
An innocent dark seed was brooding in her
She either derns my plight
Or she will be to society a motile disease.
Like an ocean on top a lake, she melted.
When we labelled her, she died a bit
While we bought and sold blame, she died the more
We have another one on our hands
The rope didn’t kill her
She died when we rationed our love for her