I hear the rifle barrel slide,
I know that's my queue.
as sick as it makes me feel,
I know what I must do.

I do not get dressed,
there is no need.
I feel ill as his eyes roam over me
displaying his lust and greed.

The gun fires by my ear,
but he has trained me well and I stand still.
The sound cuts through my mind and shudders in my soul,
Once more the fear that races through me will hold me to do his will.

This is my only use,
through my mother, he owns me.
A female like me has no other purpose,
and by the barrel of a gun, this is what he will force me to see.

He stalks my savior like a bear,
and takes me hunting with a smile.
But I can tell you this,
it is not an animal he is hunting after a while.

The dial tone on the phone has become my friend,
the crumbling cement corner my safe home.
But if I do not eventually obey,
my one friend would be dead, and I truly alone.

I am not to cry when he rubs,
not to flinch when he touches me.
the cold steel of his rifle,
demands this is how it will be.

I am just a child,
I have nowhere to go.
The law is on his side,
and with a laugh, he makes sure that this too, I know.

The light glinting from that gold star,
is stolen from the feeble ray of of hope within me.
there is no such thing as justice,
but if he moves that gun a bit closer, I might be set free.

By a gun, man will own me,
by a gun, man can control me.
This is what I am to learn and obey,
and silently pray to die before, like his true daugher, have kids who look like "daddy".