No Turning Back ...

Headlights glare into her eyes

Standing in an alleyway

Demoralised

Standing there will skirt hitched high

At times she wishes she would die

Her fishnet stockings all tattered and torn

Her nails bitten

Her face forlorn

She lights up a f*g

And takes a drag

Smoking reassures, this lonely, streetwise slag

She prowls up and down the seedy streets

With high heeled shoes and blistered feet

Drumming up business

To survive

Do they think about her

Do they realise?

She only 17

Has a child of one

She has a drunken father

And a battered mum

Some people look upon her as a dirty w***e

But she's still a human being

Unfortunate and poor

So spare a thought next time you

Venture down the street

Because you may not realise

Who you're actually going to meet.

They may seem soiled, lice ridden and thin

They may smell putrid

And rummage in an overflowing dustbin

They may seem vacant

Aloof at first

They may be drinking from a bottle

To quench their long-term thirst.

They may appear to be at the depths of despair

But just remember they are still there.

They are still human beings

Suffering from deprivation and poverty

And they are still part of our mishapened society.

 

 

 

Reviews

[Dimples87]

I loved this. You painted a picture for the reader but you also did something so much more. You made us feel something. You made us feel and see. Great piece of work.