The Prostitute: An Original Poem

On the sidewalk
She plies her trade
At a young age
In the world’s oldest profession


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In her stilettos
She is dressed in
Revealing blouse and tight shorts
As she haggles with her customers

Her hair is long
Her face with too much makeup
But her eyes reveal
Tints of sorrow


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She pouts and she jiggles
Trying to seduce her customers
And sells her body
For mere pittance

She puts on a smile
And appears nonchalant
But who can see her
When she sheds silent tears

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