Girls left to grow up on their own
All their mums did was moan
Decided to build their own throne
Soon came crashing down with a heavy stone
Why do you keep moving them away
Causing confusion in their everyday
This life is just a system game
The impulse workers live in shame
Everyone turns to violence and pain
On their backs a heavy burden strain
Everyone dreams of future fame
Till the find out the industry game
It’s always during the season change
People start to act more deranged
You either chose violence, weapons or you run away
All three make your body ache
I wish I could say “it’s such a shame”
Walk away like it’s not my job to tame
But the woman and children need protecting
Otherwise they start projecting.
No support, no second thought
What have these carers been taught
Education or ethics?
Then why do they both seem so distraught?
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Author:
Jazzy.Special (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I wrote this around October 2023. I was spending a lot of time in the town, and on two different instances I encountered young girls running away from their care homes, each with a similar story. I also spoke to their carers, and noticed a huge divide in them, even though deep down they are not so different. This is what flowed from me following these instances. Thanks for reading.
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Great write
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