In The Shadows She waits

my comentary on little girls who stand on street and those that judge them

In The Shadows She Waits

                                        by Raven Legros

                         Children of the night

                         The wind is strong, bitter, quite cold

                         Its icy breath surrounds and holds

                         Clings to the girl who walks the street

                         Although tiny in stature , never weak

                         Fifteen by face yet much older of heart

                         For events of childhood tore her illusions apart

                         She doesn’t dream of boys or impending dates

                         Her world a corner, she stands, she waits

                         Hurt by comments that have been said

                         She’s just trash she made her bed

                         Her vacant eyes stare of in time

                         To a mother she remembers, as a child of nine

                         With her mothers love ,came her fathers shame

                         Mommy ignored said play daddys game

                         At night when alone in the dark she would cry

                         Told no one her secret her face covered the lie

                         At last she spoke of her torment and pain

                         Her mother lashed out “you should be so ashamed”

                         mommy he hurts me, I’m asking you why

                         “your a child of evil, why tell such a lie”

                         One cold bitter night she ran from his lust

                         Her mother denied her, there was no one to trust

                         She stands now in the shadows, your object of hate

                         As you who pass by, imposing blame as her fate

                         In silence she screams ,at the passers who glare

                         “What choice do I have? for some ,life is not fair:

                         Stolen from me ,childhood dreams of the heart

                         On this corner alone, I stand in the dark

                         No one believed me, I was very afraid 

                         No worth do I have, at least for this I get paid.

                         My clients are those who have money to spend

                         Husbands and Fathers, that you love and defend

                         Each, know of my age, yet, they continue to ravage

                         My body, My soul, yet to you, I am the savage

                         No longer a child I am a victim, a pawn in a game

                         Hated by most, to be loved only in shame

                         So in the shadows of darkness, I stand waiting

                         alone

                         A face with no name, a child who has not a home

                         A car now approaches ,from the darkness I’m freed

                         To dance with a stranger for money decreed

                         This is my life , tonight, I may die

                         In the darkness I wait , no tears do I cry

                         Even in death, blamed am I still, for playing the

                         game

                         Labeled NHI no Human Involved , a face still, with

                         no name

                         Is there ever a child who does this by choice

                         To stand in the shadows To have not a voice

                         NO

                         Not a child of the night have I ever met

                         Has chosen this life Yet they try to forget

                         The judgments and comments of those whom pass

                         bye

                         Forgetting the child, the victim of every mans lie.

Reviews

[Holly Mason]

it happens so often all teared up thank you much

[elastagirl]

thanks

[Rob Santana]

What a sad piece. well penned.

[elastagirl]

thank you

[Distant horizons]

A tragedy that one child would have to go through such pain, only for her escape to multiply that pain. Sadly, it's a far greater number than one. This is a wonderfully painted picture of what too many fear to acknowledge.

[elastagirl]

This is a true story. I wanted to pay tribut to this one forgotten child. To all the forgotten children.