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I am basically the only adult

the only head of my house.

Because my mother is on drugs

and my sister is just a baby, a mouse.

Yes, my mother is a crack whore,

selling her body for the drug.

I can't remember the last time,

she gave me or Kennedy a hug.

Sometimes she forgets she has us,

and we're forced to scramble for food.

While a barrage of men pass through our house

and each one seems more rude.

She's lucky that my dad left us this place

though he, himself, is a mystery.
How could he abandon us?

Leave his loving family?

Oh, if I were old enough I'd leave

and Kennedy would come too.

But I'm only sixteen,

"So I guess, mom, we're stuck with you."

Yesterday was Kennedy's birthday

she finally turned the terrible two.

I managed to rustle up a cupcake,

but even that didn't seem to do.

We need money in order to survive,

though it isn't as if my mother could care.

Though I couldn't say this to her face,

In fact I wouldn't dare.

So I decided to get a job at McDonald's

selling McDouble's and large fries.

Bringing home Fast food for Kenny

and drying the tears from her eyes.

But sometimes my meager paycheck

just wasn't enoguh,

Because Kenny was a quick growing girl

always in need of new stuff.

Until one night while she was sleeping

my "darling" mother offered some advice.

"Meet me at Room 110 at the Sunshine Inn,

in two weeks. I won't make this offer twice."

I wasn't sure what would happen,

and wish my father had stayed.

And imagine him holding me in his arms,

and the games we could have played.

My mother deftly disappeared

and two weeks later she returned.

She drunkenly caressed the scar

made an unknown time when I got burned.

She shouted to Kennedy loudly

waking up my mouse from sleep.

But she had seen her "mom" like this before.

and knew better than to make a peep.

She screamed to kennedy she wasn't her child.

I yelled and begged her to stop.

She pushed me out of her way

and began hit Kennedy with a mop.

Though I was dizzy from hitting the counter

with a bloody gash on my head.

I dove desperately to cover Kennedy

before my mother beat her dead.

I absorbed the blows as best I could

as I tried not to scream

I warned Kennedy to just go to bed

and pretend this was a bad dream.

She dragged us both from the floor

and led us towards her car.

Then drove us to the Sunshine Inn

positioned neatly behind a bar.

She made me lay Kennedy down,

beneath the seat.

Then stalked upwards to the room,

I followed after a beat.

Inside was a brute of a man,

With the darkest possible shade of skin.

I was tempted to make a run for it,

when my mother pushed me in.

"Is she all you promised? A virgin?"

He said in a husky voice.

She said, "Why don't you see for yourself?"

I remember his lips so disgustingly moist.

Then in the room things happened

and he took my virginity.

I don't want to scar you all,

with the depths of all that happened to me.

Laying in that small motel room bed,

I sent up a silent prayer,

begging God, or my father or anyone

to take me away from there.

The man and my mother left laughing,

asking me to tell the maid to change the sheets.

And two weeks later my mother became my pimp,

and I, a whore, who walked the streets.