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American Dream by Kori

The hands of her stepfather,
touched her in ways she shouldn’t know.
Sick games while mother is away.

Mother says she has to go.
The street became her home at 14,
crushed dreams, no authority, vast freedom.

Broken girl becomes a bad woman,
Rough hands is all she knows.
It pays the bills.


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