Anger Poem by Teens

Poem From A Girl Caught In Prostitution

When I was 12 years old I met a person who I thought cared about me and was going to take care of me. I was caught up in the prostitution and was sent to jail. While in jail, I was thinking about how much he really cared about me, but come to find out, he really didn't care two s&*&* about me. I am 15 years old, stuck in a residential treatment facility, dealing with the issues this person left behind for me to drown into hell.

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I can only think of how life must have been for you. I was lucky enough to get out of the prostitution I was in but even though there are those rare few you still know there are many who are...

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Jail

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Published: July 2012

Sitting in my cell
thinking
what the hell is wrong with me
I'm going down
for prostitution
and don't know what to do next
waiting
to see what the judge
has in store for me
I am scared
to death
I let a pimp abuse me
and let him walk free

damn

I wish I could go back in time
scared to look my mom in the eye
scared to become judged
by everyone I know

How am I just going to let this ride off me?
So now
sitting where I started
all because I'm too scared
to talk about what's going on with me.

In my cell
everyday, thinking
  why
I let him walk free

Now I am doing a 6 month bid
for someone who doesn't even care
where I am

I'm in jail
In my cell
aching from the pain
of jail.

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  • Pasthurtsliveon by Pasthurtsliveon, 2821 Beacon St
  • 2 years ago

I can only think of how life must have been for you. I was lucky enough to get out of the prostitution I was in but even though there are those rare few you still know there are many who are unlucky that haven't. Thank you for making people think.

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