The Queen Cries
I am an ebony queen, strong, independent, and loving. As a queen I should be treated with the upmost authority, but I wasn't by a cold hearted individual. How can someone so close do this to me, with no warning, degrade and violate me on this level. I'm bruised and sore, and can not trust anyone. I am alone in this. Why is dear God that there are no warning signs.
Why me? I do not dress erotic, I do not give the signs that this is something I wanted. How can someone do this to another person, How can others look and say it's my fault to be handled in such a way. They most likely wouldn't say it until something bad has happened to them, until they are victimized themselves. Who knows they probably know the people who are capable of doing this and yet do not say a word to others about what can happen.
I sit here bruised, sore, and upset, I can not cry anymore, my eyes are too dry, from all that I have shed earlier.. I am still an ebony queen that has another chance at life. I morn for those who do not have another chance, bruised, raped and dead.