this is living?

catefrancescatefrances Posts: 29,003
edited October 2006 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
she stood by the side of a road. balancing on heels too high to safely walk on for any distance. she was cold. she was hungry. she was barely out of her teens. and she was selling the only thing she had. herself. but it wasn't really her self. it was something else. she'd been doing this since her momma kicked her out of home. since her momma decided to take the word of a man over that of her daughter. since her momma saw her as a threat. when he was awake all he would do is leer at the girl and when the mother was out of earshot made lewd comments. they made the girl blush at first. and then they made her angry. angry enough to tell her momma. and here she is. the man who pulls up in his car is old enough to be her father. for all she knows he could be her father. she goes with him. in the front seat of the car she gives him what he wants. and he gives her what she wants. what she needs. he holds her head down and she thinks she is going to choke. she can feel his fat fingers on the back of her head. he is a pig. she should have known. they're all pigs. he barely stops for her to get out. she hears him call her a whore. what does that make him then? fucker!
hear my name
take a good look
this could be the day
hold my hand
lie beside me
i just need to say
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