• On the street she, she waits

    for another man to come.
    To feel her body,
    love her
    or at least her body,
    for a little while
    Then pay her,
    leave her,
    when their done.

    A year and a half goes by,
    it’s passionate yes,
    but,
    she hates it now.
    And sadly…
    prostitution is the only way
    she knows how
    to live

    A few more months
    and her life deteriorates.
    She’s not a beauty
    anymore.
    Her clients are lower class,
    disgusting and dirty

    She’s dirty, homeless, and cold,
    her job makes her frozen inside .
    But, still she loves her body
    and she can still tolerate the guys.

    A few more weeks go by,
    she looks disgusting,
    she’s so exhausted that she can’t walk.
    She crawls to the box she calls a home.
    Alone starving and full of hate.

    By now, she hates her body
    still she must do it
    As another guy slithers away
    she withers away