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)