I gazed at her from afar
Smudged mascarra, cherry red lips
Hair the colour of black tar
A body abused by far to many pimps
Her name on the street was Candy
With her black whorish clothes
At night seeing cruel men who were randy
This was a life that she loathed
Candy had many mouths to feed
A heroin husband and five kids
All of whom were in need
And when Daddy got angry they all hid
Everynight Candy worked her street
Everyday Candy was a abused
Her life was a cruel feat
One day Candy was gone, killed by a man- abused and used
Candy you never knew
But I loved you
Author notes
'disguised as a hero to get past your borders'
username Romanee
A contest entry
- for lack of a better word by genderideals--.
600 points, ended October 15, 2007, 17 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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this is a very sad story, and i hope this didn't happen... i'm incredibly sorry if it did.
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tragic
a really sad poem to read. poor candy, having to provide for her family. -
pooor candy:S:S :S God help many of those like her:S:S
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So pure sad, this is really happening. Poor candy and many like her.
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