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Outside coping

This girl tries to walk

In newly heeled and polished boots

But ends up walking

Through a muddy field

She’s been lost most of her life

She’s tried the help

Of academic know alls

Who say ‘forget the past’

But they know not what it is

To travel in an empty space

And try to find your place in the universe

Your life was taken from you

Your choices and your mind

You were stripped bare of your dignity

And heart hoisted high

Like Jesus on the Cross

You don’t belong

You don’t succeed

No matter how you try

You are a dirty little girl

With a warped demented mind -

Not of others – of you

You trip yourself up like a junkie without a needle

You spill out your wrath like lava from a beetle

Your over heated emotions

Come out of the volcano

That boiled you up spat you out and laid you on the table

For all to take a piece

Like birthday cake iced detail

Take a bit of her, chew a bit of her, swallow a bit of her

But don’t keep her, don’t nurture her,

Just use her and spit her out – you don’t need her

She’s an accessory

Alright to hang on my arm

Alright to smile and give charm

Alright to use when your horny

Don’t worry she won’t say owt

You’re protected, can carry on as normal

Protest at the jibe of incestuous lies

After all, who’d believe her

She’s not normal, she’s weird, she’s from another world

She doesn’t fit into this community, this town, this mentality

Just kick her back down, it’s what she understands

She will be subservient and do your bidding

Put her life on hold.