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She shared her love

She shared her body,

For the exhilaration 

Like a hobby,

Practiced long and practiced hard

So the men she met were satisfied,

And filled with triumphant

Exhalation of their conquest,

And her supplication.

She gave herself,

For them to please,

And let them force her

to her knees,

But her lack of self worth,

Meant she thought this to be fine,

Did not see it was a crime,

Against her humanity 

It was not kind.

But giving of herself 

was the only thing she knew,

To please those

She wanted to be close too,

It’s sad to see her capitulate

To supplicate to these mens hate.

For anything of female form

Their abuse of women was their norm,

And she was happy to oblige

Because without knowing

She was dead inside.