footsteps
a young girl
whose lost &confused
livin in the dope world
just trying ta survive
her next move she never knows
her life nothing more than a guessing game
parents who dont know whether she's dead or alive
another hit means
another minutes of fake happiness it brings
her front is what keeps her alive
the many different faces eachnight
pays her many dues
still a child her self
livin the life a grown women shouldn even have ta live
the struggles in the world
weighin heavy on her shoulders
hated by many
liked by one
her life a disgrace
her death a blessing
forgotten by hundreds
remembered by one
a child who will live in her mother's fading footsteps
by
brokenXbruisedXbleedingposted on 02/16/2008
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