The Hooker

out on the street faces to meet tricks for a screw a parting few the mixmaster or the tumbleweed a careless deed heroin took my next of kin let me be the first to begin again She works on the dock past 8th Street and 12 North snorts a line or two before she screws she's a slave of the street coupled with a flare of regret remember when she was down to the lowest pit no one seemed to care nor give a **** there she walked again on the Sunset strip feeding baggars blind faces,hands & feet a newer way by which to meet & greet all those gentlemen in waiting would end with a smile to know all the great while she was dying inside stripped naked on a Burger King cement floor that good for nothing whore but no sooner as she slammed the door a preacher man met her to help change her life it started off slowly but she accepted his invitation for church now for what it was worth she lost her purse inside was the only picture of her mother and brother she cried until late in the night yet never gave up on the fight her faith was grounded and she rose from the ashes no more free passes nor second glances God worked a work in her and she was forgiven still hard pressed for cash she worked at her local seven eleven she knew God had big plans when her former pimp got word of her transformation beat her into a stupor and hopitalized her wasting away on a hospital bed there was met by her loving savior who took care of her The hooker would never forget a life of many regrets, when she got out she soared to new heights Never did relent to give up on the fight