By The School Poem by Christian K. Montiel

Summer was bad as winter, because the house didn’t have a/c or heater, only one bedroom and one bathroom it was her and her three little brothers because the older one run away from home, just like her dad that left them long time ago and since then mom had different jobs.
Men came and go, different faces became common at the house, she became the mom, the sister, the baby sitter at early age because her mom didn’t care about them, sometime she was gone for days and nobody was there to feed them.
So now at sixteen, very different from that innocent girl, she became a lost soul, many hands curse her soul and body, now she is alone, short skirts, high heels, every night by the school she roam.