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 ©

Anmol is hosting at D’Verse Poets tonight and has prompted
us with Profiles and Portraits.  This is a poem I wrote
some time ago and I thought I would share it tonight

Word Prompts:

Anxious

Carnival

Posh

Number

Fortuitous

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  24 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.

  4. October 8, 2019 at 8:58 pm

    Nice last line.

    • Christine Bolton
      October 8, 2019 at 9:30 pm

      Thank you! 🙂

  5. October 9, 2019 at 2:18 pm

    A powerful portrait, which speaks to me of her agency and individuality. The dangers involved make it more real. I really liked the way you begin, bringing to life a certain image.

    • Christine Bolton
      October 9, 2019 at 5:11 pm

      Thank you Ha! I’m happy it worked for this prompt. 🙂

  6. October 9, 2019 at 2:34 pm

    Another challenging portrait from this Tuesday prompt, really well written, I can see your character for real.

    • Christine Bolton
      October 9, 2019 at 5:10 pm

      Thank you so much! I really appreciate that 🙂

  7. October 9, 2019 at 3:26 pm

    A really harsh reality that goes on every day in this world. It is sad that people come to the point of nothing to lose in life. Your descriptions are very well done.

    • Christine Bolton
      October 9, 2019 at 5:09 pm

      I watch a lot of movies! Thanks so much Dwight 🙂

      • October 9, 2019 at 7:43 pm

        And have a vivid imagination! Very good!

      • Christine Bolton
        October 9, 2019 at 10:00 pm

        Yes I suppose I do!! Lol. Thanks again Dwight

  8. October 9, 2019 at 3:29 pm

    The life of those who are dragged into that world of pimps and Johns… rarely there is a good way out. Did she meet with Robert Pickton?

    • Christine Bolton
      October 9, 2019 at 5:08 pm

      No, she got away from that life just in time! 🙂 I just read about him. Yikes!

  9. Rob Kistner
    October 10, 2019 at 1:43 pm

    So many well intentioned traps in life Christian. This was sad and poignant — Well written.

    • Christine Bolton
      October 10, 2019 at 6:21 pm

      Thank you Rob. Yes so sad for those girls. 😢

  10. October 10, 2019 at 6:25 pm

    Love the line “Separating herself from anxious” – something we all try for at one time or another. I like this description much more than the word ‘denial.’ Seems to encompass the process with understanding rather than disdain. The act of seeing and remembering and describing what we so often turn eyes from is for me one of the definitions of compassion. Thank you

    • Christine Bolton
      October 10, 2019 at 7:35 pm

      Thank you Christine. I do like to put myself in another’s shoes and tell a story.

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