Sterling Poem by Jess Terry

Started singing to spicegirls,
wearing a spongebob shirt,
arm in a sling,
broken collarbone,
easy smile,
introductions made,
quick to laugh
quick to help

started shaking,
on verge of teardrops,
photograph flashed,
of swollen belly
hugs to comfort,
to help ease the pain,

gone

seen again,
arm around,
yet another
even younger

then talking to us,
once again,
posing in photographs
smiling once again

Sterling

-hey, this is the product of a guy me and a couple of mates met when we went ice skating in Auckland. He said he got his girlfriend [12 just turned 13] pregnant. He was 15. apparently his gf said she was 14 when he slept with her. And he was full out pimping. He was shaking when he talked to us then hitting on 11 and 12 year old girls. He revolts me. How many girls does he pick up through that routine? I couldn't sleep cause that question kept running through my head. It makes me feel sick. Hes a pervert. I dont care if he ever reads this. He dosen't know me. He didnt know me and my friends but was talking to us like old friends. I know emma and Jenny feel the same about him.-