15 Year Old Prostitute

A tale of a story I overcame.

15 Year Old Prostitute

She’s just a youngin. 

A girl I once had hope in. 

You can see the pain in her eyes. 

Every night before she sleeps you can hear her cries. 

She calls him daddy like the one she was disowned from. 

He beat her daily; left her whole body numb. 

She was taught to be a big girl so she swallows. 

Her pimp is her leader; so she listens and follows. 

What he says is the only knowledge she knows how to soak in. 

Random men run through her as her legs stay open.  

Her bodies marked up with bruises and scars. 

She does it for her people, not for the cars. 

Depressed at night she would pray for a set of wings. 

Each day she faced different kind of things. 

Daddy left her and without a father figure she turned to a man with a dick. To make money she was taught not only to suck but also to lick. 

She was judged as a prostitute, an escort, a hoe. 

The reasons why she did it is what people didn't know. 

Went to bed hungry with no food to be fed. 

Skin and bones she had no fat she could shed. 

You see God blessed her with a body. 

Santa never gave her nothing because she was considered naughty. 

Raped a couple times when she first began. 

She learned never to disrespect or disobey a man. 

Innocence was once within her. 

As if he owns her she responds to him with every sentence ending in sir. 

I prayed for her so she can one day see the light. 

Then I prayed for myself, because that girl was me, and that life was never right.

Reviews

[Ayush Mishra]

great effort...epic! keep writing...

[MoriartyMesa]

You have a nice effect of taking a readers head and then smashing it with a bar stool and lighting a smoke with a stolen lighter. Your work is a heavy contender to a rawness that brings to mind some I saw in the woods as a kid. Nice job, keep writing, and write for you and no one else.

[YoungT]

Thank you very much. I'm glad that you notice the writing and are able to read between the lines.