Little Black girl Lost
Im a little black girl lost and i cant find my way, life for me gets harder, day by day. My mom is addicted to crack and my pop is locked up in a jail cell. My mom lets her drug dealer friends do all types of nasty things to me and tells me you better not tell. My head is touching the ground it hangs so low, because the very person responsible for loving and protecting me is the same one administering these mighty blows. Suicide thoughts come up in my heart frequently, because i really dont have anything to live for you see. God knows i want to run away in shame, but i can't because my moms would let her drug dealer friends do the same things to my little brother and sister too, And i cant have that on my conscious becasue my nasty little secrets are so hard to bear and the thought of them walking around feeling anything like me naw! i wouldn't dare let that happen 'cause i care.
Little black girl lost, thats me, thats me, thats me
God please hear my cries and just set me free.
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