Warm days

Cold nights

“Don’t put up a fight, baby girl

This is life

You look very nice

I’m only sixteen

Yes, I’m mean

But I’m just tryin’ to chase my dream

Baby girl, I got you, don’t worry about a thing

Just close your eyes

I promise I won’t lie”


At this point, I just want to die

Fighting to stay alive

I cry inside


“Baby girl, you ready?

I’ll be fast and steady”


He asked if I was ready

But do I even have a choice?

His hands were cold

And a little moist

I blacked out through the rest

Woke up and my hair was a mess

I had a couple of bruises on my chest

And scratch marks all over my breasts

But that’s the wave

I’ll be okay

Now maybe he’ll stay