Troubles Poem by Vanessa Kingsley

Blood runs through the streets invisibly
Violence seems to have a history
No sure way to get out and away
So the troubles in her life seem to stay
Undressed in the back of a Caddy
her body's covered in bruises, but she calls this man Daddy
Walking down the street
It becomes covered in glass
The boy's body is mutilated
In the hospital he couldn't last
A mother doesn't get a chance to say goodbye
Now she's at hgis grave with tears in her eyes.
Midnight and the streetlights are on
So why are these kids not in there homes?
They have to make sales today or their home will be taken away
hair mussed, and drained of emotion
He pumps into her and she hates the motion
She goes home and into the shower
Clothes still on, she's in there for hours
She can't seem to get clean
She wonder's how she lost sight of her dreams
So many troubles that they can't seem to change
They think about how life is so strange and if their lives will stay the same
But trouble never lasts for long
Trouble will always move on
If you can keep your head high
And try to look to the sky
All your troubles will seems so far behind