Working Girls Poem by Giselle Joseph

Working Girls

Rating: 4.5


Disciplined disciples
beckon to commands
fustrated, exhausted
trying to meet demands.

Gazed eyes
lost souls
frequent corner sides
bowing to honkers
on patrol in a line.

Empty stomachs
paled skin
compass routes
another night begins.

Ten by ten rooms
housing thirty
depressant bodies
dropping like flies
wheeled on a silver platter
CHILLED.

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