Pause To Blame That Woman

The woman pacing At the hotel spread Posing erratically Small bursting sounds Rock her oral territory Chewing and blowing Her face in a world of paints Her breasts barely covered Her invitation body letters Her skirt tight and slitered Her virtue sight almost there She is a venture Pulsating for the night This night must bring A big fish Her only will to survive. They she sells And labelled a public dog RIDICULED She was broken long ago Innocent and a future bright Barely fifteen Stained by her step-father No one was ready to listen To the pain that crushed her Trafficked thrice Many years pimped She was gone Lost in her own soul... Pause to blame that woman Broken, lost and dead A listening heart extended May heal her burnt life.