Rock-A-Bye Baby

Rock-a-bye baby, in the treetop

I didn't ask for this
His body ramming into me
Killing me

I can see my ribs through paper skin
I wonder how he can stand me

When the wind blows, the cradle will rock

It wasn't my choice
But can you call it rape?
Forced
Fucked
No Civil War to end this slavery

I am a paper doll
I am a child

When the bow breaks, the cradle will fall

Cut into perfect pieces
One the same as the next
All connected
All broken
Stolen

And down will come baby...

Mama told me to be careful.