I was there walking along, all alone, in the night.
Careful of where I walk, of where I look, of what I say.
I never really thought it would happen to me--
But I was dead wrong.
I was almost there.
Almost to the end of the alley way,
and I would have been out of there.
But no, instead there had to be a gang of guys
A gang of guys spittin' out words
as their whistles echoed inside my head.
Keep your head down,
don't listen,
don't look up,
don't say a fucking thing.
"Hey, we're fucking talking to you, bitch." One said as his voice was like a knife;
Keep your head down,
don't listen,
don't look up,
don't say a fucking thing.
Moving faster,
Don't look scared.
One touches your coat,
"C'mon baby, we just want to have some fun." His voice was a needle to my heart.
I wanted to cry.
Daddy! Come save me, please daddy.
They're gonna try to rape me!
Someone tripped me,
"We were talking to you, bitch. You don't fucking ignore us." Angry voice.
I tried to get up, whimpering.
Don't scream just yet.
Daddy, come help me...
But no, they kicked me in the ribs;
this was worse than Ronnie's foot.
Scream.
The noise was piercing in the night as I yelled for my lungs to hurt.
Something was pushed down my throat,
"Nobody's gonna save you now." Another voice.
How many were there?
You can only struggle so much.
You can only cry so many tears;
as they rip off all your clothes and really make sure your innocence is gone.
And after they've all taken a turn,
they will take from you some more.
Search through your pockets,
grab your dope, your money.
And all you can do is lay there,
helpless and cry.
Cry because nobody is going to come save you.
I guess Daddy didn't want to save me.
And that's the moment I really did feel alone.
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