A girl is born in Pontiac Michigan

What you call hood, she calls home.
Sin claimed her life before she did-
But she did not claim sin; it followed her.
As she grew, sin went to school with her,
Even walked the halls of her school. She noticed
that sin’s companions devoured her classmates.
Depression, suicide, alcoholism, the students housed
These things. They nurtured them, they stayed.
This was life as they knew it-
Fit in, do what everyone else does-
Not her she was different.
She had not yet learned the monopoly of life,-
Which was surviving.
She was just getting by.
Years went by. She met lust, this time she formed a bond with it.
They stayed up late,
Talking about a lot of nothing, because what does lust have to offer?
It happened one night. Cold, dark, pain.
How did I let this happen? 
She cried, no one was there to comfort her,
So sin wrapped it’s arm around her.
She drank, she smoked, took pills.
Everything was dark-
She was in the middle of life and death-
Death was inches away.
She prays,
“God if you get me out of this,
I will never get myself into something like this again.”
Light settles in, she feels a kick in her stomach.
“The baby is fine” the doctor reports.
She smiles and thanks the doctor.
Left alone she rests her eyes and leans back against the fluffy pillow.
She had met sin and loved lust.
“Where is my innocence?”
She strokes her stomach.
“I promise, you will not ever go through what I went through.”
She whispers as sleep overcame her.