When you look at her what do you see?
Her eyes hold intellegence,
Do you see her innocence?
It was stripped from her years ago.
You should see the face of experience,
For her body has been abused and her eyes have beheld such things no woman should.
Her life is like a puzzle,
Try to peice it and you will break.
Her edges are jagged,
Her walls are tall.
When you look at her what do you see?
Can you see her pain?
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