Little Whore Date: Thursday, 1st January 2004 @ 01:45:32 PM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry Contributed By: CuttersAngel My mom is a whore My dad is a drunk I don't go to school anymore Every grade I've flunked Mom isn't here, dad's at the bar What little money we have has to go far I have no job and I'm eighteen I look in the mirror, my future is seen I live with my parents, I'm not on my own No car, no friends, not even a phone I walk the streets, pretend I don't care I wear ragged clothes and messy hair My dad hits my mom, leaves several scars Then he takes the keys and drives off in her car She goes back to the streets, looks for another guy Her job and life is just one big lie The ending to this is very true Mom are you proud, I'm just like you. This poem is Copyright © CuttersAngel Important note: ALL POETRY ON THIS SITE IS COPYRIGHT. If you wish to use any poem for any purpose, please either EMAIL Mick from the sites feedback form, or go to the AUTHOR'S site and EMAIL the author for permission. If you Email Mick for permission on any poem that is not his personal works, he will endeavor to contact the author on your behalf. This poem comes from Your Poetry Dot Com https://www.your-poetry.com/ The URL for this poem is: https://www.your-poetry.com/route.php?page=poetry/PoemDetail&story_id=30544