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[aid] => mick
[title] => HOOKER: part 1
[time] => 2004-04-28 10:39:38
[hometext] => this is a pome i wrote one day i dont know why but it just came out............this is only one part of three enjoy...........
[bodytext] => standing at the conner looking all around looking at what she has become and what she holds inside all the secrets of her family her fathers betrall her mothers beatings and her sisters dieing everyone tought they had the perfect life you see untill the black and blues came clear and the secrets came untold her father sits in awe at the pub drinking till he cant move mother sits at home awaiting her nightly beating but one night you see her oldest child stepped in between and with one blow and two swift kicks her first born child was swimming in sin drowing in a puddle of blood that her own father created for her to live now father sits at home everynight drinking till morning untill he can sleep mother sits crying up in her room and i am the punching bag the money maker for doom so i get out on the corner each night reeking with sin and slutty atire with the skirt cut too short and a tub top too high boots up the my thy i walk around looking for a man with money a man who will pay for my family to eat wailking into an empty hotel room with a stranger on my side kissing my neck i feel so disquested his hand undressing me until i am naked he climbs on top and begins to perseed with the way he makes loves is nothing but flees once he is done i get up and leave he places the money in my braw and gives a quick peck for me to keep i hate to look into that mirror you see for i hate to see what i've become and hate to be seen so night after night i perseed to that street looking for a man and some food to eat [comments] => 1 [counter] => 190 [topic] => 13 [informant] => AmaNdAsHepArd [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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