As she walked along
she became nervous,
Then was ushered on
an an escort service>
There at the door
stood a five year old child,
All sweet and pretty
but never showed a smiles.
The little girl loked up
with her bright blue eyes,
A tear rolled down her face
as she started to cry.
"Ma'am, why are you doing this?
I don't understand!"
The lady stopped and looked down
as the child took her hand.
The cry of the child
really touched her heart,
As she decieded to stand with others
and play a great part.
Because of a five year old
child that day,
My mommy didn't kill me
and now I run and play
~Andreia L. York-Sheets
Novenber 2,1988
