7 Days of My Poetry- Day 7
Underage girl
She’s traded in dolls and childish antics,
Storybooks been replaced by bedroom gymnastics.
With young boys she no longer plays,
Cause she wants a sugar daddy who will pay,
Pay for her next pair of shoes,
While he gets her over developed body to use.
She can rival any grown woman in experience,
For her it’s all about dollars and cents.
Sometimes it’s the mothers, acting as pimps
Pimping to old men who love underage flings
And so the little girl wears designer clothes,
The kind that leaves her well exposed,
To some lecherous pervert playing sick games,
Who has the cash to make her wear brand names.
Now its ten years and couple kids later,
This hot young thing is wrecked and bitter.
The beauty she used to flaunt,
Has become something her mirror taunts,
Total body burnout from years of abuse.
Places once tight now hanging loose,
And now she hates the whole world,
This one time, oh so hot underage girl.
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Brilliant…man, I can’t wait for that book!
I agree with Marvalus. You’ve really captured this sad situation.