A prostitute too

When i was 7 i was beaten and yelled at
I was so young,
But i did know right from wrong...
It was because i did not look like her!

She never beat my sisters
Only me...
Then one day you called cps....
On my dad what the hell did he do to me?
I looked at them told him no its not true he never lay-ed a hand on me!

As life went on i soon found out
She is a druggie,
A prostitute...
She would do just about anything to get me to prostitute too!!

I try blocking out my past memories,
But that is way to hard...
It's already built up like a picture does on your wall...
She never loved me just called cps to get us to live with her!

My father always tells me if i lived with her I'd be a Prostitute too, Where would i be?

You know i want to be a poet..
Unless i never showed it...
I want to work as a pediatrician..
Or maybe a teacher...
Or maybe a homicide detective!!!

But b$tch you would not know it!!
I want 4 kids and a great husband..
I want to be there for them from day one..
No walking out on them like you did to us...
I want to see them grow..
I want them to be able to talk to me about anything!
Unlike you..
Hiding out waiting for us to grow up
So we can prostitute too!!

But sorry B$tch I'm not you!!