They are my children,
Five in number
And they were destined
To be stars so young.
Lived as a prostitute,
I suffered a lot,
Five in number
And they were destined
To be stars so young.
Lived as a prostitute,
I suffered a lot,
Trapped as a slave,
By the drug mafia that ruled slum world.
I send to heaven,
With my own hands,
All the five stars,
Female in gender,
With unknown fathers; To shine up there.
I feel no regret,
As they escaped,
From the horrible fate,
Offered to them here...
By the drug mafia that ruled slum world.
I send to heaven,
With my own hands,
All the five stars,
Female in gender,
With unknown fathers; To shine up there.
I feel no regret,
As they escaped,
From the horrible fate,
Offered to them here...
That's excellent. It's very sad though. A great piece of writing.
ReplyDeleteSad. Just sad. Not exactly sacrificial love on mom's part...
ReplyDeleteI agree,,, Its cruel...
ReplyDeleteA sad tale it is, but great takes on the MM for the week! Hope you have a great day!
ReplyDeleteSylvia
A sad tale to e sure but a great writing piece.
ReplyDeleteThank you for sharing your thoughts!
The story is by far the saddest, and one of the hardest truths.
ReplyDeleteInteresting take.
A wrenching tale indeed. Very thought-provoking! Interesting take on this week's picture...well done!
ReplyDeleteWonderful writing about such a sad life. :(
ReplyDeleteugh...like a knife to the heart...great write.
ReplyDeletePoor girl, poor babies, and out there in the world how many are living it... such a powerful character to write about!
ReplyDeletepoignant
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