The world looks at her
And turns their heads
All they see
Is a lost prostitute
She puts on her make-up
And straps on her heels
Accepting her life
Hope died long ago
Anxiety attacks her
She inhales a crushed pill
Her body’s not hers
If you pay his price
She was seven
Her first time on the streets
The game isn’t new
Why can’t they see?
13 years later
The story continues
Addicted, abused and out of control
She’s completely numb now
Death is imminent
If she makes a mistake
Her smile is the
Mask she must wear
She’s tired now
Longing for just one person to see
She wants to be innocent
She’s aware of what she really is
Will she ever
Be worth more than sex?
Months go by and
Another pimp she finds
For years she’s clung
To the same old lines
She tries so hard
She yearns for her taken innocence
At 20 years old
She finally has support
One person listened
As she poured out her heart
Safe for 8 months
And it all goes down-hill
It starts back in the clubs
Later a new customer calls
She swears to herself
Never to try again
But hope whispers quietly
“Just one more time”
This is a very powerful poem. It was written greatly.