Sitting between these four walls
nothing to do
but sit and think about my falls
writing letters one by one
sending my love
telling them my life has not yet begun
I think of what I did
pain I went through
when I was just a kid
my life took the dead end road
now all I hear is yelling
cause it was by body I sold
to my prositute friend
live life to the fullest
dont let is bend
to my family I love you
dont cry for me
dont even feel blu
I'll be ok in here
dont worry
dont cry a tear
I only got a couple years
for what I did
now I can really shed some tears
I can remeber all the breaths I took
and my body was numb
then it shook
everytime I close my eyes
I see him standing behind me
Because this truly is.. The truth that lies.
Author notes
about a girl who is very young about 15 or 16 selling her body and she ends up in jail for a couple of years.
Written February 13th, 2006
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this is really good. and inspireing too. good job. brittney.
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Wow.. what a story! I love how you put it in such a poetic way... it's a sad story to see that this is actually happening now a days.
I really enjoyed this poem.
Take Care,
x Patientgrace x
Jasmine
Edited on Feb 16, 6:35 p.m. because ''.
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