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The Crime

Shadows are casting down from the streetlights above As she wanders, tight skirt, to and fro, along the street. Her name, well it is different daily, but at birth was Helen. She is one of the loveliest people you’d ever want to meet. Her chosen field, well that is a field of night promises and cash, She is great at her trade, a real diamond in the rough. She really is quiet and shy, but she so needs to make money. As a result of necessity, she has became quite territorial and tough. At home, three children await her, that call her mommy. Little Jessica, just 3, always gives her a welcoming hug. Young Tom, now 12 but growing, stands as the man of the house And on her skirt, 6 year old Rebecca, gives her a tug. She protects them and keeps them away from her reality. Providing for them was ever only her greatest concern. After he left them stranded and in need of money to live She had no other choices, no other places to turn. Her days on the street, she promised herself, would be few. However, one day into another, her days became years. The money is good, the children are fed and dressed well, But during her tricks, she tries to hold back her tears. A future she provides for her children’s tomorrow. A sacrifice she reluctantly made from the start. To be doing something else, anything, whatever, And to still have her children, would put joy in her heart. The days they all ended when the judge banged the gavel. The mother she thought she was, is now doing time. Her children, they pay now, for all of her bad choices, Into the system, they went. Now that is the crime!

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008




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