LunaShadowWolf13

These concrete hallways echo silent fear When darkness creeps into the frozen streets. The screams are something no one wants to hear And called, the pain, is treated as mere sweets. I know despair is shot down at the thought Of how a girl like me won’t pass the dark Street corners without key or knife- and naught But men instill this sort of fear of mark. When even schools and homes become the shriek Of “she was asking for the things she got!” And “she was lucky- why not take?- a freak!” How can you think it’s fine to let us rot? We sit here pretty and accept your praise. No grace, but hope not to be se