"Sadly at the age of 16 I was left without a mother,

Abused mentally ,physically and sexually by my older brother.

I started smoking and drinking a lot,

Hanging around with the wrong crowd,depressed I got.

 

Treated like a toilet in my early life,

Doorways became my home,my sheltered strife.

Sleeping in the park on a bench I sometimes did,

Underneath my blanket I worringly hid.

 

Safety was definitely not there on the street,

Discarded food in rubbish bins I did eat.

Outside banks I hopefully  begged,

Suffering abuse shivering cross legged.

 

A young girl on the street,I was in danger,

Frequently ridiculed  by a complete stranger.

I went to the advice centre every single day,

I was still sleeping rough ,no place to stay !

 

Fortunately there are people out there who will support you,

And thanks to them my dreams have come true.

I now live in a flat,doorways did disappear,

And I  take great pride now in how I appear."