INNER CITY STORIES
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