Poor Poor

Poor her esophagus
She was too young to be lost
She was too young to lose her tongue
Amongst the blunts that they left in smoke
The men were too old for them to approach
And they were too strong for them to choke
Adultery personality
Her reactions didn't help grow her young tree
Standing next to me was innocents in her mind
yet all they saw was her smiling teeth
Regrets I doubt the men cared about her defense
Standing at that fence
Running away from men
She knew she never had a chance

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