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Last Call
	
	This is where I feel at ease. Senses heightened subtly by the mixture of light and darkness. The night time lights; bar lights, street lamps, flashing fluorescent advertisements, candle light, moon light; nights are illuminated with versatility, glow sticks ever growing, ever changing the scenery.  The street lamps reflect in a puddle near the sidewalk.  Fleeting fluorescents pronounce the beauty of eclecticism.  Candlelight surpassed only by the light of moon’s romance
					
                                                                for whom do I emanate
					                        light and dark mingle	
					                        perceptions change according

	Reflecting back, I had no hips when I began my career. They were not necessary for my clients.  I beheld the warmth and beauty, starving for positive attention, and pleasing another, after family imprisonment had me chained down and kicked for so long.  (A flower for just a greeting, I had found my calling).   After thirty-three years in my lucrative, business, I have blossomed into the shape of an hourglass, with the wisdom and class that come naturally with study for my service.  I have a few fledglings of my own, able to sway their hips and converse interestingly with the painted lips of their chosen trade.  They will flourish alongside me, if they take my hard, learned lessons as gospel.
					
                                                                 youth is coveted by most
					                         stay fit or lose ground
					                         keep current and set high goals

	As luck would have it daddy broke naught my spirit, nor my bones, but did a job on my secret parts, sacred and hidden from others.  Wait!  What is this I understand?  I may work and emancipate myself!  Be freed of my family’s corrupt prison of Ugly.  I earned my papers at sixteen with family applause.  Scapegoats gone, time to more than survive….but thrive.  Yes, freedom is a state of mind, yet one’s mind holds only so much tenacity.

					                       supreme Judge is not human
					                       proper escorts, charm
					                       and will never hear, last call



						Sunshine Williams
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