By: Ladie Leblanc
We are the battered and beaten dragged nearly through hell’s gates at the hands of the man.
We are the ones you call tramps and tricks once we've
decided to no longer be your punching bags.
We are the ones that bare your children while you run the
streets finding scarlets.
We are the ones struggling to maintain the bills as you long
stroke and hit ‘em with the flex.
Curves, luscious lips, and skin soft as silk; we are the
fallen.
We are the bitter and heartbroken tortured by your selfish
antics.
We are the CIA and FBI agents reduced to rummaging through
cell phone logs as investigative tactics.
We are the undesirable and non-cute as soon as our bodies
cave in from your perpetual abuse.
We are the trash and sluts whose names are slandered and
thrown into the shadows as your lustful mind is induced.
Cooking, cleaning, and raising kids; we are the fallen.
We are the hags and nags now that you've found your “bust it
baby” although we are the mashed potatoes to your gravy.
We are the old fashioned and out dated simply because you
wanted less than your eighty.
We are the emotionally wounded and mentally sedated.
We are the vulgar and foul mouth attitudes that you've
generated.
Nasty scars, untold horror stories, and sweltering bruises
festering inside; we are the fallen.
We are that ones you need but seemingly to be never what you
want.
We are the ones that are not remembered just the ones that
hide among the ghosts.
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