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At this point
I don't care if this rhymes
I just want the pain of yesterday
To be left behind.

At this point I feel like Mary
When her brother Lazarus was dying
Waiting on the Savior
While I, on the otherhand, left crying.

When will you ever understand
Undressing yourself in front of a man
Does not make you loved.
Just wanted, lusted for, less than
What you're meant to be? destined.

It's so disheartening when
The indecent, obsence, vulgar men
Call you outside your name.
You're a Queen and it's a shame
I'm the only one that will make that claim
Get out the box, break the frame
Or anything that can contain
Your dreams, Your forcus, Your good name.

Yes, youth is fun, and You Only Live Once
But be responsible, and think of the future
Think of the child you will one day bare
And his mind if he were to hear. . .

I say this as your friend
And I mean to contend your Mindset,
Transcend the Heart-Ache,
Extend My hand to you
With or without me you must break through