She looked twenty-one
But she was only fifteen

Trying to play with the big boys
They turned her into a dope fiend

She fulfilled the term
Being “down for the team”

Thought she had control
Until she ended up on the streets;  

Selling her body
Letting strangers get knees deep

How could her parents sleep, knowing their little girl's in the streets
Getting preyed on, like a wolf to a sheep  

Her skin so pale and legs so weak
*She prayed to God to die in her dreams

endless
summer
trance of the cool breeze
careless
summer
dance of the  palm trees
you can
catch us
singing
beside
bonfires
or maybe
  surfing
the late
sunset
whilst
drinking
homemade
cocktails and listening
to the whistles of purple orchids
you can meet us by the golden shore
on sands that can't wait to get into your
toes and tell old stories about heroes
and  beautiful  women of  the land
who had hips that could rock the
molten lava out of mauna kea
you can enjoy the moment with us
leave your  worries and  your cameras
and lose yourself to the gentle swing of your
hammock and to the wishful kissing of the ocean
and to  the warm  blackness  that sings you to
sleep  to good vibrations that radiate out of
the strumming of my thumb that lullabies
the little brown child i carry in my arms
who the world named ukulele