She awakens another morning and
she hates what she sees.
The mirror doesn't lie, nor does the
empty glance into her sad eyes.

She tries to wash away her sins, but
that feeling of disgust
refuses to go away!
Her skin stings from the shower, leaving
burn marks.

She grows old each day and her smile
slowly fades away.
Her faith is crushed with every groping hand
of every horny man
she encounters.

Her self-confidence is stolen by hungry,
needy men.
She belongs to them and knows there´s
no turning back.
She does as they want, offers them temporary pleasure
at a special price.

Every day she stands on the corner, every day
for so many years.
She has lost count.
She stands there every day,
with her short skirt and her frozen backside.
She stands there with her fake smile and
her fake, made-up face.
She stands there with her nails painted
bloody red.

People pass by, some look at her
with disgust, others
with desire.
A car honks and stops to pick her up.
She informs the driver about the cost
of using her body and
he nods his agreement.

In an empty, abandoned alley he takes what he wants.
She´s only a whore and
he doesn't respect her as a woman.
She cries within her wounded soul and feels
the pain growing deep within her
as he comes quick
with a grunt.
He gives her the money and kicks her out
of his car,
where she lands on the street with a thud.

She lies there as a piece of trash, feeling sick,
wanting to vomit,
as he drives away,
Probably to his wife and children.

She´s nothing, but she wants to be
something.
                                        Her time has come, she´s had enough.
She knows this destructive behavior
must end.

She has crawled for so long and
now she learns
how to walk once again.

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