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My dad is a drunk
I don't go to school anymore
Every grade I've flunked
Mom isn't here, dad's at the bar
What little money we have has to go far
I have no job and I'm eighteen
I look in the mirror, my future is seen
I live with my parents, I'm not on my own
No car, no friends, not even a phone
I walk the streets, pretend I don't care
I wear ragged clothes and messy hair
My dad hits my mom, leaves several scars
Then he takes the keys and drives off in her car
She goes back to the streets, looks for another guy
Her job and life is just one big lie
The ending to this is very true
Mom are you proud, I'm just like you. [comments] => 7 [counter] => 236 [topic] => 21 [informant] => CuttersAngel [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 8 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
Little Whore

Contributed by CuttersAngel on Thursday, 1st January 2004 @ 01:45:32 PM in AEST
Topic: Lifepoems



My mom is a whore
My dad is a drunk
I don't go to school anymore
Every grade I've flunked
Mom isn't here, dad's at the bar
What little money we have has to go far
I have no job and I'm eighteen
I look in the mirror, my future is seen
I live with my parents, I'm not on my own
No car, no friends, not even a phone
I walk the streets, pretend I don't care
I wear ragged clothes and messy hair
My dad hits my mom, leaves several scars
Then he takes the keys and drives off in her car
She goes back to the streets, looks for another guy
Her job and life is just one big lie
The ending to this is very true
Mom are you proud, I'm just like you.




Copyright © CuttersAngel ... [ 2004-01-01 13:45:32]
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Re: Little Whore (User Rating: 1 )
by Jenni_Kalicharan on Thursday, 1st January 2004 @ 01:48:51 PM AEST
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Well written.... very interesting...
Jenni


Re: Little Whore (User Rating: 1 )
by shelby on Thursday, 1st January 2004 @ 02:48:18 PM AEST
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intense flood of emotions and words here well expressed!
michelle


Re: Little Whore (User Rating: 1 )
by AliB on Thursday, 1st January 2004 @ 05:37:31 PM AEST
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Unfortunately I bet there's quite a few people that can relate to what this poem says. Well written.

Ali xx


Re: Little Whore (User Rating: 1 )
by MoonlitAngel on Thursday, 1st January 2004 @ 06:18:58 PM AEST
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Great write! It's so sad 'cause it's so true for some people. Well written.

~ Moonlit


Re: Little Whore (User Rating: 1 )
by venkat on Friday, 2nd January 2004 @ 03:44:56 AM AEST
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I do agree with all other comments.. well written. venkat


Re: Little Whore (User Rating: 0 )
by Former_Member on Monday, 26th January 2004 @ 03:05:35 PM AEST
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so is there someone you know that's going through that?

"mom are you proud. I'm just like you."

Great ending..
I don't usually like rhyming poetry..
but damn that ones pretty intense..

keep it up..
peace ...
Summer


Re: Little Whore (User Rating: 1 )
by whisper-of-night on Friday, 13th February 2004 @ 09:13:35 PM AEST
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ouch!!! the last line- 'Mom are you proud, I'm just like you'... it really hit the bottom!.... really sad when things like that happens....v_v




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