Child Slavery by Ben Franklin

My mother and father
sold me when I was 3,
to a local gang to groom me into a prostitute
on the streets,
my parents sold me so they could keep a roof over their head
and have something to eat.

They started me of as a drug runner at age seven,
then I was sleeping with middle aged men and women
by the time I was eleven.

I have been kicked and beaten,
and told if I dont do what they say I would be eaten.

Will the rest of the world wake up?
maybe,
please open your eyes and realize
that its 2005 and theres still child
slavery.

sammy (198.240.128.75) -- Monday, September 19 2005, 03:49 pm

yet...
another eye opener from you.Nice to see your writing again.Sammy

Ben f (82.2.255.18) -- Monday, September 19 2005, 06:32 pm

sammy..
thanks for reading.just sad that this still goes on in 2005.

chris edmond (198.240.128.75) -- Wednesday, October 12 2005, 04:51 pm

stright talking...
poem here Ben,amazes me that this is still going on...2005 and nothing has changed.
great read!!!

billy limper (81.77.174.4) -- Saturday, October 15 2005, 12:17 am

and my mother was on crack then went onto smack.
this ones smack on tracks, nice stuff, superb, become a songwriter

Ben f (82.2.255.18) -- Saturday, October 15 2005, 11:20 am

Hi
hey there,thanks for the comment. always gives me pleasure that people like my work. thanks for reading.

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