Of finding happiness beneath a willow tree
Or something like that
Feeding a sick old woman with
Pink lipstick glimmering
While a poet watched and
Wrote all about her
Composed a stream of words about her purity
That he bounced off ripples to make special
Published in books with pictures of her face.
She dreamt happily that she was faintly pretty
In love with some stranger that
Sent her flowers,perhaps
When she was still a little girl
Dreaming that she would be a role model
for children who'd look up to her
She stands on street corners looking
her eyes covered in blackest make-up
her lips painted a bright blood-dripped
As she prays inwardly for one more man
One more coin
Though she is tired,knackered and
She has a queue of customers stretching down the street
The only girl
That knew for sure
There would be no tommorow.Just tonight,and nothing more.
Her lips are bleeding constantly from the
Make-up hardening on them
Her make up runs and she looks more
Desirable than ever
With streaks of black and red pouring down
Her perfect unblemished face.
Under the make-up there lies a
helpless and defenceless.
She feels nothing but an accessory to
Brighten someone's popularity
She slipped into
So gradually is wasn't noticeable.
Her handbag is black glittering fur
Hung on her weary hand of painted
Sharp as claws so that she might
Do nothing with them.
But she longs to be ugly.She longs for no man to ever look
Her way again.
She runs away
Customers cannot pursue her and she stands
At her corner again.Signs.And all.
Many customers come again but she regonises no-one.
Of an innocent child within the body of
Purple sobs when the night draws in
Purple bruises when
She is pointless tears
And as many cups of tea as her tongue
Can cope with.
She had dreams.Once.
She would dream from her schoolroom on the windowsill
scarred from her many ideas chalked into it
She was going to be
Qualify for a saint
And never marry even though she callculated that many men
would like her to marry them.
She was going to
Bring the world back to
happiness with her smile.
and now.She is broken,she is a shadow of herself.