Remember the story
That I told you before?
The one with the girl
Who they thought was a whore?
The one who wore black
Only colors, her flag
Defending a young man
Those rapists called “fag”?
Well something else happened
That I think you should know
A few years back
When she tried to say no
She was at a party
Full of pre-teens
Not girls, not quite women
But somewhere in between
And night fell upon them
So they lay fast asleep
As a dark creature entered
He did not make a peep
He circled around them
To find the right one
He saw her & thought
“Now it’s time to have fun”
So under the covers
Of darkness he slid
And deep in the shadows of evil
He hid
He thought she was sleeping
But she was wide awake
Virginity he thought
Was for him to take
Slowly through her panties
His hand made its way
And the young lady lay still
Filled with dismay
What could she do?
She did not want to scream
Besides in her mind
It was just a bad dream
In her pure heart
She just could not conceive
That this man in the shadows
Would try to deceive
So she fell back asleep
Only to awaken
Knowing all that was pure
Had already been taken
The blood on the sheets
That was her fault, she thought
Agitated from emotion
In silence, distraught
She swore to tell no one
This secret she’d keep
But many a night
She would lie down & weep
Resentment ate at her
She grew bitter towards men
And bottled emotions
Time and again
One night she could not take it
She was sick of the tears
And she felt it was time
To confront all her fears
So she let herself open
Vulnerable to a man
Crazy, she thought
But all part of her plan
She would wait for the day
Her Prince Charming would come
Not all men are bad
They can’t all be scum
So you wonder what happened
To this girl whose like me?
I guess you’ll have to wait
For Dark Angel, part three...