She wore very little clothes, if anything
at all. She always forgot to bring
along her purse. Her lip gloss, keys and cash
were stuck in the safest place. Her stash
filled with green, rolled up bills.
Hot, although not in her own place, not a place to chill.
Her work was done, the guy just
left, his bill paid. She must
leave too. She picked up the little clothes lying
on the street, forgotten by the man buying
her. The payment was added to
the previous roll of bills. To do
this each night exhausted her being.
Without putting on her high heels or seeing
the dark street, she began to walk along.
Her keys jangling, she could not take too long.
She stopped at the lamppost and turned,
she could feel the eyes of others; they burned
into her back. She continued to walk,
letting the other people continue to talk.
Keys in her hand, she opened the door
of her white home. Looking to the floor,
she saw her baby child, puckered up for a kiss.
The baby flew into her mother's hands. She will always miss
the soft touched of her skin. In her baby's arms, forever
she could stay. To never leave them again. Never.
Its a characterization poem for College English Class. My friends just said it reminded them of me. How sad. Enjoy!