Working Job
We need more money we're nearly poor,
and with that said she shut the door.
In the car he sat an waited,
is this worth it to myself I debated.
I opened the door and slid into the car,
inside myself my heart had a million scars.
When the car pulled off I filled with fright,
as he stroked my leg and squeezed it tight.
He then pulled over to an empty street,
that's when I realized he's really a freak.
There he did it, I didn't dare to scream,
for all I know he could get mean.
I got out of the car with my tank top and mini skirt,
with tears in my eyes about how much it hurt.
Standing on the corner with ten dollars in my hand,
but yet i love her, why I don't understand.
Copyright © Tenea Gibson | Year Posted 2006
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