Thursday, February 19, 2009

On daughters in brothels...

Her heart is racing
Her mind won’t still
Her thoughts are pacing
She’s just a girl

The body of a girl
Capabilities of a woman
Her mind is so innocent
His is so human

A soft touch
Is what she had imagined
A moment of love
Is what she had fathomed

But this expression of love
Is an expression of hate
His release of anger
For his every mistake

His touch was rough
His eyes were glazed
At the evil of his actions
He had to be amazed

She was so precious
So clean and untouched
So naïve, she was stolen
For a price, he roughed her up

Lord, You love this little girl,
This daughter of Yours
It pains You to see, when,
Out of her eyes, tears pour

1 comment:

  1. Aubrey this is amazing. I believe you wrote it and you did a great job. It really touched me.

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