Last week the Swat team moved into a child prostitution ring-two blocks from my Seattle home…enough is enough It’s time to address the epidemic of child prostitution…….
The hurt crept in,
Like I knew it would,
Life’s no story book
In fact -it’s just like you said
So I didn’t look back,
I just buried my head;
Lipstick smeared on my face
Like a tick devouring flesh
Without the heroin, the meth, the booze
I might have heard God’s say “start fresh”
But the hurt crept in,
Urging me down the path- self destruct, lie and steal
In the back seat, in the front seat;
In the Mexicans truck
Could the nurse have known – the minute I was born
“labeled me-another worthless fuck?”