from the heart and soul of a sexual victim

PLease sir, my moons and stars yet to be born
In the coming nights that have no joy but gloom.
I am an unwed mom and victim of yours,
Searching to live till my hummingbird ceases singing.
My days, ahead, are distant from me,
And the hours of mourning are within reach.
Do not use me now, but spare my life from the evil of coition;
Tomorrow I might not live anymore
Because I carry the deadly disease from you and your colleagues;
Oh, pLease sir, do not punish me again and anymore!

Good one Tri Tran!!!