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SuperFemme · 03-16-2010, 07:24 PM

Scarlet F

Cinderblock walls.
No oxygen.
Five thousand angry women.

Forever branded with the Scarlet F
Felon Felon Felon

One woman at a time.
Five thousand similar stories.

Daddy or Uncle or Mommas man
hurt them in ways nobody should
think of hurting a child.

First hit of heroin given by Momma
right before she sold them for sex
to get the money to buy the heroin

No love. No light. Maybe an escape
into the arms of a man far worse
than Momma.

They crack one at a time.
Drugs.
Crimes
Murdering that man worse than Momma
until they become one organism.

Five thousand pulsating broken unloved
beat down souls. Finally branded with the
Scarlet F. No hope. No way out. No love.

Society believes they deserve it and then
one at a time...they believe it too.

Where is the brand left on those that looked
past them, around them, and maybe even AT
them.

Don't get involved. It's none of your business
until someone steals your purse.

Momma, Uncle, Daddy, Husband!
Where is YOUR Scarlet letter?

Five thousand Scarlet F's in ONE of many
facilities built to hold them in.

Five thousand stories that have a common
thread.

America has no idea what that Scarlet F really
means. Or the cycle of carnage that will keep
new F's coming.

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03-16-2010, 07:24 PM	#4
SuperFemme Timed Out How Do You Identify?: Permanently Banned 10/24/2010 Preferred Pronoun?: She. Relationship Status: Married (one of 18,000) Join Date: Nov 2009 Location: Atascadero, CA Posts: 4,933 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 2,309 Thanked 7,108 Times in 2,327 Posts Rep Power: 0	Scarlet F Cinderblock walls. No oxygen. Five thousand angry women. Forever branded with the Scarlet F Felon Felon Felon One woman at a time. Five thousand similar stories. Daddy or Uncle or Mommas man hurt them in ways nobody should think of hurting a child. First hit of heroin given by Momma right before she sold them for sex to get the money to buy the heroin No love. No light. Maybe an escape into the arms of a man far worse than Momma. They crack one at a time. Drugs. Crimes Murdering that man worse than Momma until they become one organism. Five thousand pulsating broken unloved beat down souls. Finally branded with the Scarlet F. No hope. No way out. No love. Society believes they deserve it and then one at a time...they believe it too. Where is the brand left on those that looked past them, around them, and maybe even AT them. Don't get involved. It's none of your business until someone steals your purse. Momma, Uncle, Daddy, Husband! Where is YOUR Scarlet letter? Five thousand Scarlet F's in ONE of many facilities built to hold them in. Five thousand stories that have a common thread. America has no idea what that Scarlet F really means. Or the cycle of carnage that will keep new F's coming.