Mama Sold Me for a $50 Bag of Crack

I am Bleu and I am fourteen years old living a life of hell. I wished that I had wings to fly away to a better life. Sometimes I wished that my mother would die. I am tired of being mistreated, hungry, and feeling like a black sheep. I have no one to care for me. What can a poor teenage girl like me do? I had no friends because my hair was never combed and my clothes were dirty. I knew that I stunk but what could I do. I am a child and someone is supposed to take care of me but instead, I am suffering. "God, please send me an angel." I prayed.