by Byrd Hunter

Created on: June 24, 2007

Rape in the Dark

The lights are flickering and another street goes dark
No police in sight and another woman is assaulted
People in the neighborhood will do nothing
The newspapers will never print the story

She was beaten raped and tortured
In the suburbs though she never existed
A ghetto martyr she has no following
Not a Jesus in her time

Maybe once upon a time a ghetto still had hope

The men in blue don't visit no more
Let them all figure out for themselves they say
The streets rule themselves, and thats that

She goes to the doctor and she's HIV positive
And further more inside of her grows another ghetto descendant
Nine months pass and the child is born
Underweight but HIV free the ghetto shines for almost a second

The pressures of the hood however begin to get to her
Without insurance for her cocktail she finds other means
Years go by and the child grows up
The kid was good but mom's addicted

All she sees is a face to her rape
And when she tries to hold her son she sees the eyes of her murderer
She pushes him away and gets addicted to crack
Her son's only six but she never looks back

She sells her son to her dealer
All for one more hit
Her kid grows up tortured and abused
An angry young man he finally escapes

He begins to shoot up in the darkest alleys
Remembering mom he hates every woman
Throughout the night he finally bumps into one
He grabs her by the throat and transfers his pain

Another young woman so precious in the hood
Battered and beaten, raped without care
She goes to the doctor she's to be a mom
Better make the best, her HIV won't wait around

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