Their Untold Story

The word was Silence

And that's all it took

The words of violence

Seemed misunderstood

Trudged walks and her rugged back

Showed purple-black with scratched tat 

Her ripped lungs 

But still, Justice remained undone

She walked through doors and smiles with a mask

To hide the fact that she was being attacked

You see to have freedom is all they'd desire

But always had freedom burn like fire

Cries for help, but no believe 'em

Called for help, but no one had seen them

The angels around have spoken up

Which drove the devil to shuttin up 

They soon stopped saying, what did I do?

Instead gained the courage to shout, Me Too


  • Somerica

    No this piece hold a lot of meaning to it. However I must say well written.

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