She stood on the corner
Of Life and Pain
Trying hard to ignore
The driving rain

Her life was a shambles
Her life was a wreck
She subconsciously rubbed
The gold chain on her neck

She wore red stilettos
She wore a short dress
How in hell had she fallen
Into this sad mess

She was trying her best
To do what was right
She had two kids at home
On the wretched wet night

Her angels, her babies
Her pride and her joy
No father in sight
For her girl and her boy

She left them with sitters
She left them alone
They knew how to find her
By only cell phone

She had bills to pay
And mouths to feed
Her life on the street
Was not due to greed

She hated herself
Hated what she was doing
Wrestled her conscience
And kept right on going

As she strolled back and forth
On the corner that night
She began to think
She was losing the fight

Not many cars out
For a Friday night
But soon a blue Camry
Pulled into sight

The window rolled down
Her head started to throb.
'How much, Love...
For a little Blow Job? '

To be continued...

By Dee Daffodil June 23/06

Dee Daffodil

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-streetwalker-named-desire-part-1/