My name is Dame and I'm a thinker. My thoughts can be found in my music or the things I write. I would tell you to follow me, but I don't know where I'm going. 20 yrs old. New Orleans Made. Success Driven. Links to my poetry are below.
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HerSTORY pt.2

Staring in her daughter’s eyes, she saw fear. Her daughter was afraid.

They were going to be homeless. There was no food in their home. 

She had no money to buy her seven year old daughter a meal.

She did not want her daughter to starve. 

She was stressed. She prayed. She tried. She cried. She had no help.

Her child’s father was a distant memory. Her family had cast her away.

She was alone. Her daughter was hungry. She needed to pay their rent.

She needed the money. There was no other choice. 

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She chose to sell her body. 

She smiled at him. He smiled back. She felt safe.

He touched. He had his way. He came. He paid.

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She needed the money. They were going to be homeless.

Her daughter was afraid and she could see it in her eyes.

She did not want her child to hurt. She did not want her child to starve.

She sold her body to make sure her child was safe.

She contracted HIV.

HerSTORY.

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