by | Sep 4, 2009 | Poetry | 0 comments

I was sold when I was ten
To feed my brothers and sisters,
My mummy said
It had to be that way.

They took me to a strange place
To the place where the Soldiers slept
Where me and Victoria who is my friend
Would sell our trinkets and ourselves
When I was Ten


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