Sleazy bars & curb-side stops,
Crotch-hemmed skirts & skimpy tops,
Eyes lashed in black & lined in kohl,
Painted toes in stilettoed sole.
Baring everything for all to see,
From top to toe, breast, thigh & knee,
Curb-side crawlers ask, “How much?”
She tells them, “It´s this & that, for such n such”.
Sad of eye & of life, soundly whipped,
Of pimps & johns, swiftly stripped,
Of clothes, dignity & weeping soul,
Praying daily to get out of this hole.
She´s called the slag, slut, slattern & whore,
To her child she is just mummy, no more,
She walks the streets of night-time pain
Pleading with God, “Please Lord, not again”.
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