Wednesday, September 17, 2003


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On the ER bed she lays
Vision of a harsh life appears and fades

Pretty and she knows it
Body ahead of her age

Grown men calling her name
Childhood passed up, sex at an early age

Moms is worried, ain’t seen her in a week
Try’s to gain control, but got a job to keep

No more school, drops out in the eighth
Listens to no one… sex for money points the way

Mom’s is thru, done all she can do
puts her out at 15, the streets she turns to

Now, it’s dope to cope
A drink to think
Fuck her or him to eat
Rob those who trust easily to keep
 herself high

so she don’t cry
Because the streets they have no love

Pimp seeks her out, to fatten his roll
Wines her and dines her, then takes control
Bad advice from victims in the life
Now she pro hoe strolls…

Tracks in her arms, multiply to deal with the real

Barely 80 lbs. now, drug life takes its toll
Pimp beats her ass, this time breaks her nose

Encourages her to make more dough for sex with no hat
Bumps on her cat, Herpes Simplex 2, no cure for that

High as a kite, late Friday night
Little too much this time…something don’t feel right

On the ER bed she lays
Vision of a harsh life appears and fades

Doctors and nurses hurry, doing all they can do 

ECG machine shows flat line…
She’s gone and her baby too

Tara S. Gause aka Poetic Goddess Tara Shenéa
© 2003. All Rights Reserved.

1 comment:

Izache Corzo said...

Oh the sad truth of the cold side of humanity. This is as relevant today as it might have been in 1983...everyday there are overwhelming scores of youth lost to the streets...and the solution seemingly just out of our grasp. =0(