| Eight months pregnant.
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| Homeless crack addict
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| from the south side of town.
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| Angel All alone.
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| Can’t decide
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| If to confide.
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| Caught in a lifestyle
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| for which she knows no relief.
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| Day after day,
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| Night after night,
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| utterly impoverished
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| surrounded by filth.
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| Depressed,
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| and wishing she were dead.
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| Low self- esteem,
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| only seventeen.
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| Been molested,
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| been raped,
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| been beaten to the ground
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| been molested,
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| been raped,
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| by the men that promised
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| to keep her safe and sound.
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| Low self- esteem,
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| only seventeen.
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| Forced to sell her body
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| and tormented soul —
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| Depressed,
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| and wishing she were dead.
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| Talking to her unborn child —
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| no one else listens to what she says.
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| «How long God must I suffer this way,
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| Please don’t force me to endure another day»
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| Angel is pregnant —
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| baby, one month due.
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| I remember her say —
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| those who have eyes to see
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| Will see.
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| In what she said
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| I surmised
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| That look on her face —
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| with tears in her eyes.
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| To escape her pain
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| she decides life ain’t worth livin'.
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| Angel walks into the path
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| of the Marta Train,
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| The nine forty- five. |