Eight months pregnant.
Homeless crack addict
From the south side of town.
Angel all alone.
Can't decide
If to confide.
Caught in a lifestyle
For which she knows no relief.
Day after day,
Night after night,
Utterly impoverished
Surrounded by filth.
Depressed,
And wishing she were dead.
Low self- esteem,
Only seventeen.
Been molested,
Been raped,
Been beaten to the ground
Been molested,
Been raped,
By the men that promised
To keep her safe and sound.
Low self- esteem,
Only seventeen.
Forced to sell her body
And tormented soul -
Depressed,
And wishing she were dead.
Talking to her unborn child -
No one else listens to what she says.
How long god must i suffer this way,
Please don't force me to endure another day
Angel is pregnant -
Baby, one month due.
I remember her say -
Those who have eyes to see
Will see.
In what she said
I surmised
That look on her face -
With tears in her eyes.
To escape her pain
She decides life ain't worth livin'.
Angel walks into the path
Of the marta train,
The nine forty- five.
