a life of today

This is her life,
Full of hate & hurt.
She knows nothing different,
Her past is a vivid memory.

She’s sixteen and homeless,
Drugs and Alcohol are her friends.
Dirty streets, newspaper sheets.
Restless sleep & nothing to eat.

This is her home,
Full of terrorism and nothing else.
It’s so unfair,
Nowhere to go, no on e to love.

Her future is uncertain,
It’s an undirected path.
Her mother died of drugs,
Her father died of love.

This is her life,
Uncertain, undirected.
Full of terrorism and nothing else,
It’s so unfair


29.10.2007