10:08

by Erin   Mar 14, 2007


Her name was Tracey she was only 10 years old.Her whole life changed the day that she was sold.

Her father had an addiction and it got out of control. And Tracey realized how bad when he made her pay the toll.

He sold her to a pimp to get some crack cocaine. She felt nothing but pain.

She was sold to dirty, old, and disgusting men. And let me again remind you she was only 10.

Her father was a druggie and her mother pasted. She thought he cared for her but it was never meant to last.

She was depressed, used and beat up everyday.
She was trapped she felt like there was no way to get away.

She knew that she had to get out. But where to go? always a doubt.

She escaped from her prison and the only way to get out was to be dead.
She would kill herself so she could move ahead.

She would be with her mother and not have to live in hell.
So ashamed of her lifestyle something she would never tell.

The train came at 10:08.
I'm sorry we can't help her we are far too late.

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  • 17 years ago

    by xo kisses xo

    AWE!!! that is so sad! it is really good though! 5/5

    xoxo kisses

  • 17 years ago

    by Erikah

    This is a good poem. the rhyming scheme is a little off; i dont know if you meant to do that. But i think that overall your poem is great!