A used girl's silent cry

It was not my fault, you know.

I'm no whore, no slut, no hoe.

We got in the car,

And drove for miles so far.

He pulled over and started to smile.

He said baby you want to stay awhile.

He said lets go sit in back,

So your warm embrace I won't lack.

We began to kiss.

The things he did I won't miss.

I told him to stop and drive me,

He said he'd rather not, you see.

As that day went by,

I kept asking him why.

You see,

That was the day he raped me.

I did not want to do it.

But so many times I was hit.

He told me tell and I will kill you,

Even if I choose to tell I don't know who?

Who could protect me?

From him you see.

Now every week,

It's me he will seek.

We get in that old red car.

And drive for so long so far.

Every time with him I plea.

Each time he raped me.