Hard Working Woman


I sell my body.

‘Tis not comfortable to hear nor say.

Illegally solicit myself to the broken men of this earth.The pitiful things they say.

Please don’t feel bad for me, or pitty my cause, or comfort me with longing lies, or judgmental eyes.

Long ago I was burned with this path.
Sometimes it passes into my mind only to wonder out in due time.
Back into the dark hole from whence, it came. I can only wince in pain.

My son is so small and bright, brighter than the morning sun.
He is the only one.
The one I love.

Shuffling from car to car and home to home,makes you feel so alone.

I stand here now, waiting for the next man, singing in my mind.
Freedom will soon be mine. Only in sweet due time.

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