(991) A Drugged Up Prostitute - Poem by Melvina Germain
On the wild side, she lives,
no love in her heart to give.
She walks the streets of Calgary.
Eyes protrude with deep dark circles,
cheeks red, with the look of fire.
Lips missed with cherry red lipstick.
Vampirelike finger nails, glow.
She walks uncertain, in a daze,
tripping over her feet, and wondering.
Where am I? Where am I?
In paranoid state, she makes a
full turn every now and then. The look
of fear upon her face, she yells,
are you following me?
Are you? are you following me?
Away she goes into the night.
No one to talk to, no one to fight.
Wanting to find a man who will treat
her right, if only for a moment,
or a lustful night.
Her dignity was lost, long, long ago.
A beauty she was, before using the snow.
Ravaged, used and abused.
Now discarded like trash can refuse.
What will it take to turn her around, to bring
her back and show her the good side of town.
It may be too late for this cow town girl.
Remember her story and tell the world.
Written: August 15,2006
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