She screams at the top of her lungs just to be heard.
Curse , after curse , after curse , after curse.
Words that explode and spread just like shrapnel.
Cutting the skin of the weak , and the bashful.
Verbs that will burn you like rays from the sun.
Nouns just like bullets discharged from a gun.
Her sentences penetrate and cut like a knife.
With structures of power overwhelming like Christ.
Still inside she’s tender , mild , and sweet.
I know for I’ve seen it this girls just like me.