When I was sweet sixteen, I was treated like a homeless person.
When I was sweet sixteen, I was beaten until I fainted by my heartless parents.
When I was sweet sixteen, I was given a mattress full of bed bugs to sleep in.
When I was sweet sixteen, I had no lunch money for food.
When I was sweet sixteen, I only had one sweater to wear.
When I was sweet sixteen, I had to pawn off my only sweater for $2 to buy food.
When I was sweet sixteen, I didn't have a penny to feed my empty stomach.
When I was sweet sixteen, I lived in sorrow, bitterness, and hatred.
When I was sweet sixteen, I left my home for good.
That's why I really don't know what is sweet sixteen.
Last edited by Bianca88; 05/12/13 06:51 AM.