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Only fifteen,
He is only Fifthy,
He, her cake eaten,
Her Grandfathers peer,
the Child Fears, that man is so Filthy.
Poverty is the biggest SINNER.
Orphaned,
Two little heads, 10 and 5
Dependant on this 15 year old mother-sister
AIDS is the killer.
Those groaning two little stomachs need a
filler.
Now destitute,
She drops out,
Looks but cant find work
Whites say experience lacks
Spotted by a mercedes benz driving
malechavaunist
She is robbed her innocence
to put food in the table.
Now one day,
The mother-sister never returned,
Exported to Mexico,
Shes been sold.
As a *******,
*** slave,
They made *** tapes
The man called the woman by parts of herself.
When she cried.
"Shut up, you *****. You miss mama *******?"
Tapes
Sold online.
Be acknowledged
These kids grew up with Aunt
Biological parents deserted them
just when the young were toddlers.
Their mom in Gauteng, a Fan of *******
..........just one day whilst watching **** on
You tube she saw a child with a face like hers
Blinked her eyes, looked again
Her baby
Her baby is a **** star.
Called the mercedes benz driving old man...
how could he have known?
He was never there.
oh He Sold her.
They recognised their child from *******.
Harmony Sapphire Jan 2015
I frown at the fifthy & stenchy bums downtown. They're panhandling is all around.
Wobbles toward you with their horrible garble.
Mentally ill with no marbles.
Probes all the trash cans on the globe.
In their doped trance, they do their drunken dance.

Through the streets they hobble.
From the garbage scraps they gobble.

They are a ****** mess.
Professionally they will never dress.
Can their stench reek any less?
They litter their beer cans & cigarettes pollute.
They dress in rags & will never west a suit.

They figure society owes them something.

Their philosophy is why bother to work for a dollar?

Released from jail for public grief.
Pity that will eventually cease.

A felon with no home.
Shuffling around with no cell phone.

A sap with a tooth gap.
Unfortunate crap.
But they adapt with their diseased clap.
Map out their next nap.

© Harmony Sapphire . All rights reserved

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