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Raised On the Streets

Downright nasty abrasive was she Hostile to friends vitriolic to enemies Raised on the streets she learned their dark ways Focus on your target and set it ablaze Who knew underneath was a little girl crying Scared-to-death of the life she devoted to dying

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Panagiota Romios

Date: 3/8/2023 8:12:00 PM

Good one Gershon. When kids beat you up in the classroom or try to set you on fire, that’s one heck of an experience. Girls were nice, boys?not what I experienced at all I know they are taught to hate at home. No principal calls them on violence. They get worse as they age. It’s very sad. Panagiota

Gershon Wolf
Date: 3/9/2023 6:52:00 PM

Boys used to put cherry bombs up the rear ends of squirrels and chipmunks when I was in school. Can you believe it?!

Becky Forbes

Date: 3/8/2023 6:13:00 PM

Powerful! Think I've taken care of many of "her" and some "hims" in the emergency room... they're not used to being shown kindness

Gershon Wolf
Date: 3/8/2023 7:27:00 PM

Nice to see your avatar pop up, Becky. Hope all is well... And you're so right: These 'hers' and 'hims' are not used to being shown kindness. In my experience, some respond with hostility at first...

Shirley Hawkins

Date: 3/8/2023 1:01:00 PM

A brave front hiding an unknown future, What an unfair, sad start to life. Heartbreaking.

Gershon Wolf
Date: 3/8/2023 7:42:00 PM

It is heartbreaking, but after our hearts break again and again -- then what?!