A Child Prostitute

No, this is not a child prostitute. She and I are crying for the loss of Childhood innocence suffered by many.
credit:synaptoman

They say it hurts a lot the first time

I do not doubt it

I have seen these men come and go 

And if they are in proportion to themselves

I can imagine how it would hurt

For I am twelve and but a wee lass

They say there's loads of pain and shame

But all I can feel are the pains in my tummy

All I can see are the tears of my dying mother

All I can hear are the cries of my baby brother

Crying in vain for food, breastmilk,

Which the desert of  my mother's ailing body cannot produce

They say, don't do it, you're so young

And beautiful with your whole life ahead of you

Not understanding I have no hope

of living to see this future otherwise

What use will youth and beauty be to me?

When I lie dead from sickness and hunger?

They say its an evil, I believe them

I wish i didn't have to do this too

The pot-bellies disgust me, i disgust myself

I've cried out to God till I have no tears left

And what is shame in the face of pain?

(hunger pangs, hurt, no lie!)

And what is pain (of deflowering) in the face of death?

##For all the Children who are compelled to become adults before their time...

#Put a smile on a needy Child's face this Christmas