Too Quick, Too Soon
You're fat
Yelled at
Abused
Misused
Sad sighs
Soft cries
Left home
To roam
The streets
Not sweet
Too quick
Turned tricks
Too soon
Was ruined
On dope
No hope
In jail
No bail
Unsung
Died young
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2020
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