She stood on the corner <br />Of Life and Pain <br />Trying hard to ignore <br />The driving rain <br /> <br />Her life was a shambles <br />Her life was a wreck <br />She subconsciously rubbed <br />The gold chain on her neck <br /> <br />She wore red stilettos <br />She wore a short dress <br />How in hell had she fallen <br />Into this sad mess <br /> <br />She was trying her best <br />To do what was right <br />She had two kids at home <br />On the wretched wet night <br /> <br />Her angels, her babies <br />Her pride and her joy <br />No father in sight <br />For her girl and her boy <br /> <br />She left them with sitters <br />She left them alone <br />They knew how to find her <br />By only cell phone <br /> <br />She had bills to pay <br />And mouths to feed <br />Her life on the street <br />Was not due to greed <br /> <br />She hated herself <br />Hated what she was doing <br />Wrestled her conscience <br />And kept right on going <br /> <br />As she strolled back and forth <br />On the corner that night <br />She began to think <br />She was losing the fight <br /> <br />Not many cars out <br />For a Friday night <br />But soon a blue Camry <br />Pulled into sight <br /> <br />The window rolled down <br />Her head started to throb. <br />'How much, Love... <br />For a little Blow Job? ' <br /> <br />To be continued... <br /> <br />By Dee Daffodil June 23/06<br /><br />Dee Daffodil<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-streetwalker-named-desire-part-1/
