A Tag On Her Toe

She never knew a childhood Had to grow up quick and mean Her jungle was the street The only life she understood There was no in between Biter always seemed sweet A raving beauty yesterday Tiger eyes and long black hair Heart of gold, olive color skin She had to make her own way To her life was never fair Night after night, again and again Needle in her arm, monkey on her back And always a wolf at her door She had no shame in her game She remembered that last attack To them she was just a whore To her it was just another name Sleeping warm, that cold January nigh In eternal peace, no longer in fear In a cold alley, covered with a blanket of snow Her past no longer in sight It was now so crystal clear Jane Doe, with a tag on her toe