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Orfaned Andrea


just a little girl, her world in a whirl
given away, given no hope
the foster home gave no haven
the touch of her father so craven
.
she ran away, picked up by a patrol 
off to Juvie, she was battered and rolled
her only possession a cheap bracelet
the other girls beat her to get it....
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out of Juvie and on to the street 
a Pimp grabbed, more fresh meat
he beat her and put her out for cash
little by little she skimmed a buck stash
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she looked in the box, the day had come
with a roll of bills she bought a gun
went back to the pimp, and beg she said
when he didn't talk she put three in his head
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she got some girls taught them to hook and steal
she found she could buy the hot fashion and heels
being the Boss had its perks, like finest pearls
and sapphire rings for the pick of her girls
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soft Kisses and nibbles hardens her nipples
tongue teasing her clit gave her orgasm ripples
when suddenly her girl lunged for the gun
and capped her dead with 3 in the head
.
its not much of a story just a young girls pleas
that when told she had to drop to her knees
but when life gave her a chance instead
she ended up dead with 3 in her head
.

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SilverSilkenTounge

I wrote My first poem at 15 years old, 46 years ago, since then My Rhymes Have Daunted me, Haunted Me, Pounded and Ground me Down, like a Lexiconographer Hammering out Words on a steel anvil, and newly formed Syllables ring out in the Night, as the Darkness Falls. before the Dawn. and I yawn to get up and write another verse...drinking from the stream, drinking from the stream, quenching my Verse in the Stream of Consciousness, that flows through the corridors of Time, and since my Rhymes have Daunted me.....

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