A girl.
Two roads.
Drugs and sex.
Hitting the books and family.
Lost in the devourment of peerpressure.
She has no idea what to do.
She think's it's where she belongs, but it's not.
Their un-trustworthy her mother tries to tell her.
Lesbien friends teaching her new ways, things that she's not.
Boyfriend stalking her every move, breathing down her neck at every attempt to keep her from her friends.
Her own mother throwing trash words at her.
Tell me, would you help her cross these horrid roads.
Comments on "Cross Road"
Some of your spellings and pronouns are off, and I really couldn't feel the motivation behind this one. Try to invent some new ways of saying certain things. Instead of the well-known phrase "breathing down her neck", use something like "close enough to cut circulation" or something of the sort. Also, if you're gonna go with free verse, a good way to make the poem more explosive is to thin it out a little. Instead of "She think's it's where she belongs, but it's not" cut it down to something as simple as "Where does she belong?".
I don't mean to write your poem for you, just putting in my two cents.
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