Author: Ben Franklin
My mother and father
sold me when I was 3,
to a local gang to groom me into a prostitute
on the streets,
my parents sold me so they could keep a roof over their head
and have something to eat.
They started me of as a drug runner at age seven,
then I was sleeping with middle aged men and women
by the time I was eleven.
I have been kicked and beaten,
and told if I dont do what they say I would be eaten.
Will the rest of the world wake up?
please open your eyes and realize
that its 2005 and theres still child
Comments on this poem/writing:
|sammy (184.108.40.206) -- Monday, September 19 2005, 02:49 pm|
another eye opener from you.Nice to see your writing again.Sammy
|Ben f (220.127.116.11) -- Monday, September 19 2005, 05:32 pm|
thanks for reading.just sad that this still goes on in 2005.
|chris edmond (18.104.22.168) -- Wednesday, October 12 2005, 03:51 pm|
poem here Ben,amazes me that this is still going on...2005 and nothing has changed.
|billy limper (22.214.171.124) -- Friday, October 14 2005, 11:17 pm|
this ones smack on tracks, nice stuff, superb, become a songwriter
|Ben f (126.96.36.199) -- Saturday, October 15 2005, 10:20 am|
hey there,thanks for the comment. always gives me pleasure that people like my work. thanks for reading.
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