She stands on the corner
Night after night
Only after dark
Near the street light
No, this isn’t from “Pretty Woman”
Far from Hollywood’s pretty portrayal
This is her life
And it isn’t a Cinderella tale
Her hair’s a mess
And she looks as if she hasn’t slept in days
There are no millionaires that drive by this block
And if there were she wouldn’t notice them through her drug induced haze
It’s getting cold and late
It must be about 2 a.m., she guesses
That’s when all the clubs begin to close
And all the girls file out with skimpy dresses
And the men leave with them
Or they leave alone
Drunk and stumbling
Wreaking of too much cheap cologne
They find her corner the way leeches find flesh
And one by one they suck the life out of her
Each time, she screams as a part of her soul dies
But reassures them that the screams are from pleasure
Not that they care anyways
Oaths from a whore mean as little to them as she does
She’s inconsequential, no longer a human but an object
In a way, though, they’re right, she’s not as human as she once was
Her eyes are dead and her spirit has gone
Her hours are filled with drug use and violence
And while on that street corner she realized her life
Is now, no more than a pathetic existence
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Powerfull... Really good... Shows you how shw feels and whats goin through her mind... really intresting... makes me wonder... Well done
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grim and gritty style here
matching the bluntforce message...this is not Pretty Woman... some memorable lines and phrasings hee showing the considerable skills of this writer...overall very well done
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this makes me wonder...what should i feel towards her...she has become a relic of her true self but in a way i'm sure she was pushed this far to survive...i donno, u c sometimes humans have to go way down in order to sustain themseleves and sometimes also their loved ones...
very thought provoking piece...very touching...
amazing comeback !
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