And she wears it on her shoulder, as if a chip; that'd be her pain. An end to gain where only joy remains, yet she renumerates and it locks her in.
Faces the world with a mug- ravished, and who could blame?
Her things, her pride, peace, jewels between her thighs were taken by a bitch ... Nothing's the same.
And how does one become free?
Numb under the weight of it, trying to let it go yet it suffocates. .. Do we escape the statistic?
#metoo ... shit
Or do we help each other embrace it?
Keep sisters following us from facing it?
Put these men in their place on the streets protecting that we don't run our race with it!
Time out for this!
Fall In... #ShotByLaDee #metoo