by Aslean Krouser

Created on: July 02, 2009   Last Updated: February 15, 2012

Escape...

I live my life trying to escape my past, and whats become of me.
But I find it very hard because my actions reminds me.
Between the two one night and the three next door,
Men on top of men counting on me to score.
I didn't plan for myself to become a whore.
It was given when I cried, "Stop no more!"
I could be angry at my mother, but what for,
She was there, next door, getting smoked.
See bitter don't resides inside of me, I'm filled with hope.
I pray for me to escape this horrific path.
Until that day come, I'll be here on the Ave.

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