Childhood
While we help the country of others,
We forgot our own sisters and Brothers.
Some turn to thugs,
While others turn to drugs.
On the corner is a woman,
With no other option or plan.
Working to feed her kids,
Sold to anyone who bids.
Everyday a young child travels with death,
15 year old overdose on meth,
17 year old shot dead,
8 year old abused in own bed.
This ...
Friday 19th August 2016 1:48 am
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