Sore Wrist

Small girl,

Defenceless you think,

Grab hold

She can’t fight back

You get what you want

She likes it really.

 

Tell yourself lies

Convince yourself it’s ok

I push you away

Tougher than you thought

But I’m left with the shame

And a sore wrist

 

You act like it’s nothing

I should expect this

Small girl

Likes to party

Clearly I’m asking for this

And you can’t control yourself.

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