A Pimp’s Paradise


A Pimp's Paradise

Her voice was silk
A beauty on the red light streets
Sly as a fox

By herself, she stood
Holding on to a city life
Sliding through a maze
Of bright lights

She never sleeps

She spoke of fear
Of a game where
She must perform on stage
On her back!!!

She saw the brutality
Her disposal, her pride
Her dignity in the mirror
Of her soul

She was obliged by her timeless shame.
Her voice was silk.
Her life was a dice game, a rose between
Two thorns.

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