Supermarket Glimmer
No one to hold, leave home I had been told
A parent teen who lives in Bordesley Green
It was so cold only sixteen years old
No nicotine, no partner to be seen.
And Social Service, made me quiet nervous
They served me gruel for lunch with arsenic punch
An arrogant crevice with no justice
They sit with evil stench in selfish trench.
Purse in pocket at the supermarket
With a prayer to above in search of love
Find a packet of hope for my basket
My faith soon leaves of dreams, a soul lost dove.
I am not free to be what I may be
Community, prejudged, excluded me.
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