My First Ride Quickly Died Contest
The day I was liberated and free,
After a hard summer job finally,
I picked up my used, “new car”
I did not park it that far
Suddenly there was a catastrophe
At sixteen, tears came pouring down my face
Through the window I watched in sheer disgrace
A man smashed into my baby
I ran out of work CRAZY
My Honda, short lived, was now a big mess.
By: sabina nicole
contest: my first ride
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