This is a story of a girl
Who worked her life away
To be so much more
But it doesn't change her fate
It doesn't change the fact
She walks down the hall
And her peers call her a whore

The girl never had a name
She tries to blend into the walls
Hide from the hateful screams
Disappear from her new found fame
Each night she continues on with her life
Stumbling deeper in her shame

The girl doesn't have a father
She never sees her mother
Both picked up and ran away
She won't speak of her brother
The things he did to her, she'll never say
But everybody knows the stories
Even the newspapers called it rape

The girl dances for money
She sleeps with the men
She calls it her job
Acts like the pain she feels is only pretend
Supports her baby her brother fathered
Crying herself to sleep
Living a life of sins

The girl is a whore at night
A simple student by day
Though she isn't happy with her way of life
It seems it's the only way
She is hurt by her peer's words
But she supports her baby as best she can
Praying each night for forgiveness in order to be saved

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