"Pretty Girl"

a pretty girl gets to ride in fast cars
a pretty girl lines up a few dates
a pretty girl gets taken advantage of
and before you know it
that pretty girl is raped

while sitting in a line
amongst women 'round a table
chalking up to nightmare memories
only speaking what they're able

bleeding from the hips down
hiding between this and that bruise
hiding behind fluorescent lighting
while scampering behind every pitiful excuse
and she feels like the sky
swirling in circles of pitched grey
much like birds to the heated south
she attempted but was cautious
about flying away

a pretty girl seems shallow at times
a pretty girl can't see consequences
a pretty girl never pays for mistakes
but can a pretty girl
jump over moving fences?

why shouldn't you be jealous?
why isn't the universe
centered around your well being?
it just makes you re-adjust your space
it makes you re-adjust your believing

running from a brisk, wet corner
under the street lamps of dripping dew
turning 'round the bakers shop
home to every narc and city cop
and then landing on fifth avenue
she's attempting to keep up pace
with the rain drops as they crumble
tonight, high heels aren't her best friend
she takes two more leaps
she reaches, yells and stumbles

an attacker dressed in leather
a man's best friend in the dead of night
her 14-hour shift just left her
the next few minutes a skeptical blur
and she had no energy to fight

what's a pretty girl to do?
she exercised the essentials:
she screamed!
she clawed!
she set off all the signals
but no one was around
no one saw
no one saw

a beauty queen to the public
prey to a man looking for trouble
how could she have been aware?
she'd always lived in her bubble
but warning signs were all around
tapping her on the shoulder and back
throughout just one year
there were two-hundred-thousand rapes
how was she supposed to keep track?

a pretty girl becomes prom queen
a pretty girl in all her glory
a pretty girl more knowledgeable
and before you know it
that pretty girl is telling her story