Poem 11 (free write/notes)

It is a lifestyle
a sick drama on repeat
a young woman receives a smile from an older man
he wines her and treats her like no man has ever treated her
coming from a background where her father vwas myth she found her father in this older man
the third week of dating
they are walking down a street and he throws her in the alley
he beats her repeatedly and says
you’re gonna go make me money
afraid alone and abused
the game begins
she is put in a house with six women
at night they hit the corners and sell ass in the cab of trucks
take in strange men for fifteen minutes at least thirty seven times before morning
the older man plays on the young woman’s weakness
emotionally drags her mind drains her heart
she becomes cold hearted and soul less
six years on a track trafficked and enslaved
it has been said the relationship between pimp and prostitute is a strange one
a connection that disgusts the outsider looking in


About monalisasrandomthoughts

I craft people poems. I laugh out-loud. I love all things. Everything is about order. My movements are chess. Everything to me calculates. I just look like this.
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