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The Making of A Whore

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While growing up in a fast lane

She started these fast ways

and she was missing her father

Missing a love that could only be giving by a man

But instead she grabbed the hands of many

She seeked direction through the sex demon

She discovered she could only fulfill that emptiness if her was filled with his

And even though each split, she didn't care

Because she was in search

So she lifted up her skirt

just to feel wanted

Only for the moment

Just to feel that penetration

And she would cum

And then she would run

Cause she couldnt handle love

It step'd out on her the day she was born

She was born to be a bad girl

She really wants love but she contradicts love

But yet men fall in love

So now she's a sad girl

while growing up in a fast lane

She started these fast ways

And she was missing her virginity

she once was pure until one night

She was walking home and he raped her

she no longer had relations to purity

Mad at God asking him. "How could you do this to me"

She became more promiscuous and no longer did she care

And her body she shared

with everyone

she hated men because at 16 she found out she lost one

She started writing letters to her unborn child

Then she lost two cause she found out she was dying

Affected with a deadly disease She was H I 'V positive

So without faith, her thoughts was full with negativity

And in all actuality she lost three

Her virginity, purity, and now dignity

So sad

She ain't even fight back so instead

She left a note

Stating that she was better off dead

Damn

While growing up in the fast lane

She started these fast ways

And she was missing love

She gave all to this man

But he did nothing but verbally and physically beat her

She gave him all her love and no love was returned

So all love was taken

And after he took everything from her he left

She faced the world

And no longer had control over self

she envied men

Wanting to have power over their emotions because thats what happen to her

So she got back with the other gender

And now shes a gold digger

With her black fist up screaming "S AINT "

She started playing these s

Because it was a fact that she had to

calling her snap back

And she strips on the weekend cause herphat

And now she is confused forever '

These women grew up in the fast lane

And experienced life the fast way

Because now they are

es, sluts, hoes, and whores,

Classified by labels that was discovered by these women went through

In a life thats true

Placed with circumstances that lead you up to questions on what to do

sex seems to be the root of happiness these days

Being a delectation presented by punk pimps, playas and bastards

Delivered to the weak and broken

Down for anything, far from out spoken type

I don't want it to seem like I'm male bashing

But

We either help it to stop it

Or we watch it and witness it get worst

Someone has to discontinue

the continues of this generational curse

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Edna says:

A lesson to us, who does not understand.

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