Waking up and your
Emotions change
You don’t feel the same
Seeking for attention
Trying to keep up
But your emotions
Slip out your hand
And tears come rapidly
Feels like you crying
With no ending


Neither do you want to show till
You keep crying in your bed
on the streets family is worried
cant you see
but innocent gurl is stuck
Till your heart says enough and talkz
it says You can not lie no more!! WOMEN SPEAK UP!
But its to late
And you can’t stop what has already
Started emotionally your
Trapped in a cage were u sitting with no hope
and a baby's whos inside living to die
with out seeing the light or seeing what it is like being out side

Till You Scream……
Help me! Til You Dream!...God Protect me..
Till You Run to The hospitals and say Please cure me

i Suffer from aids and it hurts me
she cries

Quietly (*whispering*)………it soon will be the end of me*
i remember who he is im crying more till i turn red and i sweat
and shake because i feel discusted and i cant really go back to
what i already made its to late ... a life inside of me...
inwhich i cant really hate it is my actions
and i really fucked up
so i cry..If u wana knowz son it iz
itz the father who gav me aids raped me and druged me
and burnd my face ....during the time when i tried escape
because i was not his age...

i try do the right thing and walk away
thats when he stabed a needle in my neck
as i slowly was getting druged he wisperd in my earing
you ain going no were today
after he left i lied on the floor
he burnd the house and i just made it out da back door
with ma arm and head burnd

i feel like a discusting whore...
i been obandend and i cant even step into my
own door my mother hates me
my family cant face me

and his friends chase me
because they think im
dirty ...little do they know
i was not even flirty
leave me alone
i try do the right thing
why are you..miss judging me
its not my fault he hit me and drugd me
raped me and burnd me

.....i Hate my life
i have a promised death inwhich is painfull
when i die
god forbid me in this poem i did not ly
i cry because inside i ask my self why was it me
that had 2 suffer....

Aids and a Baby gosh it Feels like its a movie but
this time im the lady and this time
the movie itz a reality
the worst bit is
im killing my self
with a nife
and im stabbing my self till i die
thats why i cry
i see blood dripping
im not stopping
oh shit im slipping
drop on the floor
look in to the sky
death was promised to me
so i ensure its closer then it supose to be
itz the end of me


( bloood_------------>driping , silence