ONE, nothing is the same
Because I’ll never be the same
TWO many things have happened in my life
THREE fights in the past FOUR weeks
FIVE blunts a day to stop the pain
I have SIX more bruises
on my body
from my boyfriends’ angry yesterday
SEVEN more seconds of peace
please…
it will help keep me from reaching EIGHT
levels of depression
while stopping the stream of tears
that come with it
NINE hours of sleep is
what I need to
have a dream
but TEN times out of ELEVEN it will
just stay a dream to me
TWELVE people living with me
and my man
Those same roommates rape me everytime
they get a chance
THIRTEEN bloody needles on the floor
I sit and watch my mother beg
for more
the FOURTH-TEEN was when my
father was supposed
to come and save me but
it’s been FIF-TEEN months
since I heard from him
which means that he won’t be coming back
for my SIXTEENTH birthday
Because he’s busy trying to
survive a hell hole far
greater than mine
Daddy, I love you I truly
do but I wish the
judge didn’t give you a
life sentence
Because now I have to endure one too
About the Creator
A. C.
Hi I am a Young artist who loves every type of literature know to mankind. I hope my work helps inspire or help people through difficult times. Please feedback is encouraged so please let me know. Lots of peace and love to you all, A.
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