You Wouldn't Know....

There she stands so slender, white
A wraith in gossamer,  so slight,
A trace of smile on carmine lips
Her femaleness on line of hips.
You wouldn't know her yesterdays
She utters only terms of praise,
demure and oh so quite petite
She gives no clue she's from the street.
You wouldn't know the hardness there
The brutish men who wrought despair.
The brutish men who left her laid
Upon cold, concrete slab displayed.
She's past all that, she soothed her soul
She made another world her goal,
Changed her hair and wore a frock
Set her task, when done, took stock,
Altered how she saw the world
Watched her secret rose unfurled.
Watched the sweetness find the light
Watched with trepidation's fright...

 

Now she stands so slender, white
A quiet confidence... so bright,
Tomorrow's smile on carmine lips
Her femaleness on line of hips.*

Marshalg
Waterview
4 September 2012