| I saw a young girl get in a van of an old man this evening at the local convenience store. She looked like a young teenager, with too much makeup, looking at the man in the van with eyes like did she get what he needed at the store look. I was looking to see any clue as if she is being kidnapped or what, thinking to myself that this is not right, but not acted on it. ... It really disturbed me a lot, thus the poem: |
Where
are you bound for?
Young
lady of the night
Where
are you bound for?
Is
your life in desperate plight?
Old
geezer man driving
Where
are you bound for?
Is
using her what you’re striving?
Young
lady, barely thirteen
Where
are you bound for?
All
dolled up and pretty keen
Old
geezer man; disgraceful
Where
are you bound for?
Taking
this girl at your will
Young
lady, surviving in life
Where
are you bound for?
Making
money amidst your strife
Old
geezer man; disgusting
Where
you bound for?
What
you’re doing is abusing
©Copyright 18 August 2009
MahTame
Hey-Gyah Ahm-Boy-Taw
~until we meet again or
until I see you again~~
Kiowa Nation
