Let It Ring

For women.

Let It Ring

Your ice is breaking. Shaken? Well, you are.

You heard the whispers: tipsters in the car.

And they whispered that violence lurks behind his smile.

But you gave him intel: your address and your cell.

Don’t you answer that bell! Your will is everything.

Let it ring.

You were vivacious, flirtatious as all hell.

You got some numbers, some promises as well.

When that man broke his silence, fear should have gnawed a while.

But you gave him intel: your address and your cell.

Don’t you answer that bell! Your will is everything.

Let it ring.

You don’t know him, yet you’ve danced before:

you were raped by his eyes. You won’t fail him;

you were born to do porn in a room full of guys--

little Miss Drowned in Semen.

You can’t help it; you can never control

that express in your soul…half your childhood

was spent all alone. Now you're nearly full-grown,

matching pictures with names, playing games on the phone--

Hit or miss, face your demon:

That attention you craved made you slick and depraved,

with a look, with a walk, with a style all your own.

But now you’re pacing, facing something wild.

You should have walked off, not played cute when he smiled.

Half your sin is compliance, half demented child.

And you gave him intel: your address and your cell.

Don’t you answer that bell! Your will is everything.

Let it ring.