Girl On the Street

Good evening sir. Do you perhaps have a few cents to spare? You want to know what I am doing at this time of the night, Out here? If you have time I will tell you my life story. My mother had me when she was only thirteen. She was raped by her stepdaddy. Her alcoholic mum spun a story. Told all her friends and family it was a “skollie”. She tried to commit suicide but in the end, pop me out. You see mister when I was born. My mummy was very young. She still wanted to enjoy her young life. She dumped me by friends or family, When she wanted to go to a party. She did not care what happened to me. All she wants is her next fix. Her mother chased us out to the streets We live now under a bridge. When I was five one of her “tikkop” friends. Decided it is time for me to feel the hardness of a man. He hurt me bad. I tried to scream and was very scared. My mummy has done nothing she just looks at me, While enjoying her puffing. You see mister now I am loafing. For a few cents to sustain my cravings.