She stands waiting, cold and lone <br />Face painted, body half covered <br />Aged beyond, her tender years <br /> <br />Gone from her face, the innocents <br />Lost without a trace, cold and alone <br />Thin and weak, she shivers with fear <br /> <br />No more child hood shoes, for her to lace <br />Red heels upon her feet, she stands to wait <br />City lights shine, to see her tear stained face <br /> <br />Now hungry on a street corner, she waits <br />A tender thirteen, just barely a woman <br />Her girlish smile, a night's painted face <br /> <br />Cars slowly roll by, windows down <br />Circles the block, they come to a stop <br />A face barely lit, her next trick <br /> <br />Car door opens, in the seat she hops <br />Pushing away her fear, he seem nice enough <br />How much for the night, she speak her price <br /> <br />But nice he's not; he likes to think he's tough <br />Pains the game he played, he loves it rough <br />She fights for her life, while he beats <br /> <br />Morning comes, eyes swollen shut, taste of blood <br />In a ally she laid batter and bruised, barely alive, <br />Discarded like a night's trash, she can not move <br /> <br />Painted face she paid the highest price, <br />She rolled the dice, played the game <br />And almost lost her precious life<br /><br />DAUGHTER OF A CRACKED MIND<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/painted-face-3/
