After mommy & daddy threw me out,
I lived hand to mouth,
Sure I had to have money,
I became a sugar daddy’s honey…
But I had to live,
The things he made me do,
Well, I don’t want to say,
But I long to leave him one day…
Still it’s better than getting beat,
And living on the cold, dark street,
But I have to be honest,
I want a real boyfriend,
Before I meet what might be my suicidal end…
This can’t be what being gay is all about,
I’m only fourteen & older men for me shout,
They offer me money, clothes & food,
But they always seem to be “in the mood…”
(to be continued)
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