Little Girl Hurt Poem by Living Experience

A young girl stands on the corner,
Looking cheap and godly,
Yelling out to passing cars,
Yo Baby! Want to touch my body?

She wears a tiny top,
A real short mini skirt,
She's hiding what’s inside,
Little Girl Hurt.

A corvette slows down for her,
She quickly jumps inside,
She discusses the prices,
She swallows her pride.

She degrades herself for the man,
Trying not choke,
She does the job efficiently,
Then she lights a smoke.

Drop me up the street she said,
Her words dripped like honey,
As she wastes little time,
Counting all her money.

Her body hurts now,
Craving for a hit,
She reaches in her purse,
Pulls out a spoon and then her fit.

She steps back to the corner,
Confident and unafraid,
Old ladies stare at her angrily,
As once more she plays her trade.

Don't be so quick to judge her,
Who knows what she's been through?
Besides the cruel facts of life,
This might have just been you.

She's gone through life,
Hurting and through strife,
Count yourself lucky,
She's not your daughter or your wife.