Driven

Driven

The street her catwalk
The clothes her haute couture
Head held high
She strutted her stuff
At sixteen she was quite mature

Wrong side of the tracks
Not a good start to life
Being posh elevated her
confidence
Avoiding the strife

Able to work this
To get what she needed
Knowing herself
Trusting herself
A few years conceded

Love on the streets tonight
For sale at a price
Your place or mine
The front seat of your car
She could add a little spice

She had their number
Her expertise fortuitous
A carnival of sexual needs
She had seen it all
Separating herself from anxious

Sometimes there was violence
The Johns were abominating
The older girls looked out
not always able to protect her
She rarely saw it coming

She didn’t remember
How many there had been
Mostly it was a blur
Soon she would have enough
To say goodbye to the obscene

The end justified the means
She was almost there
Suck it up for a little longer
A few more tricks
Then nothing left to share

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Anxious

Carnival

Posh

Number

Fortuitous

 

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  8 comments for “Driven

  1. September 22, 2018 at 1:36 pm

    Bravo! You speak of a tragedy which most people choose to ignore.

    • Christine Bolton
      September 22, 2018 at 1:44 pm

      Thank you Jane. Yes I agree 😢

  2. paeansunplugged
    September 22, 2018 at 10:51 pm

    Oh! So tragic.

    • Christine Bolton
      September 22, 2018 at 11:42 pm

      I think it was a happy ending. She was in charge! 🙂

      • September 23, 2018 at 10:27 pm

        Yes, the ending was happy indeed.

  3. September 23, 2018 at 5:58 pm

    This one is amazing. The imagery. The emotions

    • Christine Bolton
      September 23, 2018 at 6:13 pm

      Thank you kindly. Some people have it really tough.

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