Ok, here is a go at a poem knowing I sucked in trying to rap. 
I thought I was doing SYF a favor when I wrote those lines. 
Anyway, feedback appreciated.
It was like a twister ripping at her heart
Destroying and breaking it too fast
Anticipating her future as she departs
But she has been stuck in the past
Most prevalently obvious were the tears in her eyes
Inscribed with precision as they journeyed her cheek
Her mind going crazy trying to answer her “whys”
Struggling in despair, but she was overwhelmingly weak
A princess fallen victim to the greed of man
Unwilling to explain, they won’t understand.
Ashamed and distraught, occupied with fear
Won’t tell anyone what happened last year.
Even in her sleep, at times, the bastard still shows
He killed every lively petal that once decorated this rose
How could he even do this? Did it ever cross his mind?
The consequence of his actions, their effects on this child
She didn’t know what to do, but hide the truth in silence
She contemplated suicide; the answer was violence
She took a paper and a pen, explaining all those things
She folded the letter and placed it next to her diamond ring
As she held his nine and placed it next to her head
Recalling every detail and all the words he said
“I will kill you if you do tell” those were exactly his words
Raping her in the hotel, she couldn’t scream one word
No one would have believed her. It was impossible
In his ways very persuasive and would portray it implausible
She pulled the trigger and "bang". Dead; she lay on the floor
Her brain right beside her. The blood. And her mom at the door
Two days later, finally, her mother read the letter
In shock, she was crying and the words wouldn't utter
Looking at her husband, she was livid, angry and hysterical
When she reached the final lines, it was obvious they were lyrical
“Mother I am sorry to cause you this pain.” The girl regretted
“But my options were few. One was the train.” She suggested
“Now I wanna tell what I hid this long. I just want to confess”
“I was raped very young. It had been tearing at my chest”
“The perpetrator was my father. I don’t know why he did it”
“I got pregnant with his baby, and I was afraid to admit it”
I thought I was doing SYF a favor when I wrote those lines. Anyway, feedback appreciated. It was like a twister ripping at her heart
Destroying and breaking it too fast
Anticipating her future as she departs
But she has been stuck in the past
Most prevalently obvious were the tears in her eyes
Inscribed with precision as they journeyed her cheek
Her mind going crazy trying to answer her “whys”
Struggling in despair, but she was overwhelmingly weak
A princess fallen victim to the greed of man
Unwilling to explain, they won’t understand.
Ashamed and distraught, occupied with fear
Won’t tell anyone what happened last year.
Even in her sleep, at times, the bastard still shows
He killed every lively petal that once decorated this rose
How could he even do this? Did it ever cross his mind?
The consequence of his actions, their effects on this child
She didn’t know what to do, but hide the truth in silence
She contemplated suicide; the answer was violence
She took a paper and a pen, explaining all those things
She folded the letter and placed it next to her diamond ring
As she held his nine and placed it next to her head
Recalling every detail and all the words he said
“I will kill you if you do tell” those were exactly his words
Raping her in the hotel, she couldn’t scream one word
No one would have believed her. It was impossible
In his ways very persuasive and would portray it implausible
She pulled the trigger and "bang". Dead; she lay on the floor
Her brain right beside her. The blood. And her mom at the door
Two days later, finally, her mother read the letter
In shock, she was crying and the words wouldn't utter
Looking at her husband, she was livid, angry and hysterical
When she reached the final lines, it was obvious they were lyrical
“Mother I am sorry to cause you this pain.” The girl regretted
“But my options were few. One was the train.” She suggested
“Now I wanna tell what I hid this long. I just want to confess”
“I was raped very young. It had been tearing at my chest”
“The perpetrator was my father. I don’t know why he did it”
“I got pregnant with his baby, and I was afraid to admit it”
....excellent story telling...
