Him: who at the door…Her: I don’t know shit…- young sally………Young Sally was only 17 when she left home…pregnant with her first child…had her sights on a older man she been seeing…he took her in…they feel in-love her not knowing it was just Lus…he fed her he clothed her…he put. Roof over her head…4 years later she had a baby by him…first child wasn’t his…but he loved that baby like she was his…anyway…a thing called abuse happened…to make a king story short short…as the years went by…Young Sally …served her time only because she tried to protect herself… once again to make a king story short…years later Young Sally got help and found a way out…years to come she’s safe living a happy life but Young Sally almost lost life……..(Disabled poetry writer…Young Sally poetic poetry (Young Sally)