Teen Prostitute's BluesA Poem by SunnyFor Tara and Fynlie... I love you both dearlyI am more than you think I'm not stupid, I'm not a junkie I'm seventeen years old and I know the blues my mom was an addict, my dad was god knows who these are the words of a teen prostitute's blues met a guy as sweet as can be when I was the tender age of 13 twirled me around, admiring my body before I knew it I was hitting the streets these are the words of a teen prostitute's blues like my mother before me and her mom before her I lay with men old enough to be my father for money I never see for a man that hurts me these are the words of a teen prostitute's blues five abortions, raped more times than I can count every time I sleep I dream of getting out going back to school reaching beyond the stars, achieving dreams that seem out of reach these are the words of a teen prostitute's blues you probably think I should run away but last time I did that it cost me three days in the hospital, I was unconscious for two of them these are the words of a teen prostitute's blues I ask you to please do what wasn't done for me hold your daughters, never let them go teach them that their bodies is sacred, that no man just deserves it that he must work for it teach them that love can't be bought give them all what i never had give them hope, faith, the power to dream and reach the brightest of stars cause I'm now eighteen years old still singing a teen prostitute's blues stuck in an endless cycle where most times you lose © 2010 SunnyAuthor's Note
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4 Reviews Added on May 13, 2010 Last Updated on May 13, 2010 AuthorSunnyLauderdale Lakes, FLAboutI'm a woman now. I'm finally freed. I write a blog feel free to check it out http://bedivined.blogspot.com/ more..Writing
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