She Dying To Survive

deprived of a father to tell her that her skirts to small she wore it to hug her hips and rise with every sway in her walk her mother, another statistic of having babies to young, was to whipped in her dip trying to be hip so she cheered her poor child on she's dying to survive in a broken home daddy not around to watch her spend a penny and mamas hardly home she's dying to survive and she's put her school on hold she's another undereducated black child with no priorities or goals she careers soliciting her body, making it hobby to walk up and down blocks waiting for the right brotha she can sweet talk and pick pocket at the honk of his horn, she stops hot trotting hopped in his car and found a quiet spot for lip locking her hand rises up his leg, she feels for his man he nods giving her consent she prices her body for those new Jordan and dolce & gabbani she'd rather rock the latest fashions then to feed her starving body she's hopelessly devoted to being the hottest at the parties she's dying to survive wanting attention to feel the space neglected by another who makes alcohol a hobby she's dying to survive rich living is her poverty she's deaf to her inner voice that yells to her it's wrong she confides in bad associates who cheer her on she doesn't know this is how she's dying she's dying to survive