when she sighs and takes
a breath
and takes the money
for the sex
she's about to give
and takes the anger
the stranger tries to
screw
into
her
remembers a friend
from her past
and smiles
a
little
takes another breath
holds it so she
doesn't vomit from the
stink
of his dirty sweaty flesh
takes stock of herself
as she pushes him
off
and takes her tears with her
back to the street
to score
takes the deal
and injects the peace
she deserves
and shouldn't have to work so hard for
she views the still
of the beautiful blue sky
as the sun is rising
and lays back
to take a kiss
of promise
from the angel of
tomorrow
someone in some places is unfortunate to shoulder the burden of 'carry on the dirty works' but at the end of the day, who cares.'survival' is no longer a taboo, but a nessessities.the sky's not always bright.hey maxwell, u certainly got the touch mate.keep in touch!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What a horrible life for her to have to live. One just thinks of them as tramps but sadly what has led them to have to do that to make money. Motion of the poem allows the reader to feel the anxiety and anger. Well done