I'm not With You

Don't call me anymore
I'm not with you
I'm alone fighting my war
don't let downstairs to hoarse everyday
Someday he would move away
the bitch bathing, renting, sleeping, unclothing
This bitch suffers, Pride pieces
Clothes gone
Waiting for a man to rape her

poem by Yihuai Ying
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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