Blonde hair in pigtails
On the lawn doing cartwheels
Candyfloss and angel wings
She sits forlornly on the swings
Sucking on a lollypop
Slowly pulling down her top
Even at just age fourteen
She does the dirty and unclean
Coming from a broken home
Blonde hair pinned with a comb
Child abuse and bruised eyes
She sits alone in her room and cries
Dirty, violated and confused
She’s just so tired of being used
Takes a razor to her wrist
Now she no longer exists
Blood in her pigtails
Pink varnish on her nails
Prostitution and child abuse
Needle tracks and coke use
I agree with Germain, something about this poem is a keeper. I think of a memoir I read dealing with the similar topic. Keep writing!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem seems to be about teens today.Alot of teens are going through this kind of thing.