He said that I had a pretty face,
Little did I know it would turn as a disgrace.
When with pain I yelpt,
That beast without a turn left.
I could feel the pain penetrate,
And that change decided my fate.
They turned their heads and ignored me,
Just for what I was looked to be.
Some told it was my dress,
what a cruel way of address!
While some argued it was my love,
But isn’t it an emotion sent from the one above?
They will tell whatever they want to.
But ain’t gonna step back by the words of two.
I will fight for my right.
Let the law right,
He must be hanged before my sight.
I will be the voice for the voiceless,
Who were played no less,
In the name of love by the heartless.