It’s Just The Start


Delicate heaving sighs rack the young girl's chest.
Eyes burning; head spinning; nostalgic gut.
Time blends into night and day; there is no distinction.
And here she sits alone trying to make the best of it.
Determined mind; fearful soul; monotonous body.
Hours of reading and writing; hours of pouring drinks.
Sits on her uncomfortable black chair all day.
On heels she tends the men all night.
Her dreams of independence seems bleak;
'Cause let's face it; two jobs and this world is money.
It's sad but it's true; valuable green paper construed.
It disappears like falling water; gone in a blink of an eye.
Phone, groceries, taxes, rent,electricity all needed to be spent.
Aching heart and spinning head; will she ever get freedom?
Beginning's are always rough; it's the end that matters.
But she doesn't have a dime to spend on herself.
No honey, even her pennies are blue in despair.

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