Prostituting Herself
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I wonder how many women are happy or sad with their life choices. Just thoughts.
“Stop! Turn around! Withdraw from the war,
Choose another path to turn”,
Were the words I thought when I looked in her eyes,
And all I saw was her burn,
From long lonely years of hurt, tears and grief,
From selling her soul at the bar,
To have no real adventures to pocket away,
All for the sake of a car,
“But yeah, I get it, it’s a nice new flash show”,
Are the thoughts that I had been sold,
To excuse her miserable life- then I thought,
“Just look at the state of her road”,
This woman I met drove a beautiful car,
A big muscle car in hot red,
But it cost all her pride when I paid her in cash,
Like the thousands of men she had met.
Copyright © Lewis Raynes | Year Posted 2019
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