(this poem is in fact based on a true story)
she stands at a street corner
right by the stop lights with a sign
that says get me out of here please
but they all just pass her by
she is used to it by now
married men looking at her with wide eyes and a sly like smile
she is wearing a slutty outfit she stole yesterday
its a blue tank top and a pink mini skirt
also her black lace tights and eyeliner
wearing those red high heels
she looks very pretty
but you can tell she's a slut
she has greasy hair and an additude that says
do me I'm easy and cheap to sleep with
she charges $20 an hour $200 a day and $1,200 a week
the cheapest prices in town
no matter how cheap she is she never leaves the street
they just laugh at her and stop before the street ends
ripping any hope she has from her
she is used to it by now her so called owner does it to her
he is a sex trafficker its big bucks in this game
taking young girls from their homes and selling them as sex slaves
they get returned you can sell them over and over
it doesnt matter how they feel just as long as you get your money
her parents sold her when she was 12
she is now 14 and in the prime of her life
and for 2 years she has been on this street
barely keeping alive barely keeping up with the times
her fate she not knows yet
she wanted to be a model
she went there on a bet
she lost her purse and her virginity in the same day
every time she gets fucked the same way
she never wanted any of this
if this is what it takes to be a model
then screw her dream
and give her the gun or knife
let her kill herself before
she gets std"s or herpes virus
and die a slow painfull death

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