Don't
Judge
Me
Please
Believe
Me
I
Am
Not
What
You
Think
I
Am
Only
Forced
By
Life
Into
Terrible
Choices
Saving
My
Children
With
My
Body
Sold
To
Them
The
Highest
Bidders
Tears
I
Hide
Fears
Not
Allowed
Call
Me
Names
Just
Don't
Hurt
My
Babie's
Dreams
Nothing
To
Do
With
My
Sins
No
Wrong
Done
They
Are
Victims
Mother
To
Blame
Could
Have
Done
So
Much
More
So
I
Try
Try
Making
Right
All
My
Wrongs
Tonight
Laying
Down
What
I
do
I
So
Hate
Still
No
Choice
I
Must
Save
My
Children
From
From
This
Awful
World
So
Cruel
Forced
To
Admit
In
My
Shame
Yes
I
Am
Yes
I
Am
I am a hooker.....................
Its not what you do its why that you do it, Point well made through a structure which conveys speaking from the heart!
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Gripping work. I like the spacing and the line breaks. It adds a frenetic energy and a desperation to the piece. Good work. Cheers, Joy