Hush, hush, it will be alright.
Close your eyes and hold them tight.
One deep breath, now two, then three.
It will be alright, you can believe in me.
Stop your trembling, stop your shaking,
don’t you know, this mess is of your own making?
Hush, hush, it will be alright.
Close your eyes and hold them tight.
What did you expect when you wore that dress?
Stop sobbing now; I will listen as you confess.
Hush, hush, it will be alright,
Close your eyes and hold them tight.
Didn’t your mother teach you modesty?
This is what happens when you treat your body like a commodity.
Hush, hush, it will be alright.
Close your eyes and hold them tight.
Good girls don’t flinch when you stroke their cheek
you’re a harlot pretending to be meek.
Hush, hush, it will be alright.
Close your eyes and hold them tight.
Your lying mouth cant tell me no.
Your whorish clothes let me know.
Hush, hush, it will be alright.
Close your eyes and hold them tight.
When we’re done, I’ll release your soul
you should have done as you’ve been told.
Hush, hush, it will be alright.
Close your eyes and hold them tight.
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J.B. Miller
Wife, Mother, student, writer and so much more. Life is my passion, writing is my addiction. You can find me on Linkedin at https://www.linkedin.com/in/brandy28655/
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