The Hooker

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The Hooker



out on the street faces to meet tricks for a screw a parting few the mixmaster or the tumbleweed a careless deed



heroin took my next of kin let me be the first to begin again She works on the dock past 8th Street and 12 North snorts a line or two before she screws



she's a slave of the street coupled with a flare of regret remember when she was down to the lowest pit no one seemed to care nor give a shit there she walked again on the Sunset strip feeding
baggars blind



faces,hands & feet a newer way by which to meet & greet all those gentlemen in waiting would end with a smile to know all the great while she was dying inside



stripped naked on a Burger King cement floor that good for nothing whore but no sooner as she slammed the door a preacher man met her to help change her life it started off slowly but she accepted
his invitation for church now for what it was worth she lost her purse



inside was the only picture of her mother and brother she cried until late in the night yet never gave up on the fight her faith was grounded and she rose from the ashes no more free passes nor
second glances



God worked a work in her and she was forgiven still hard pressed for cash she worked at her local seven eleven she knew God had big plans when her former pimp got word of her transformation beat
her into a stupor and hopitalized her



wasting away on a hospital bed there was met by her loving savior who took care of her The hooker would never forget a life of many regrets, when she got out she soared to new heights



Never did relent to give up on the fight

Submitted: May 27, 2018

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The Hooker

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out on the street faces to meet

tricks for a screw a parting few

the mixmaster or the tumbleweed

a careless deed

?

heroin took my next of kin

let me be the first to begin again

She works on the dock past 8th Street and 12 North

snorts a line or two before she screws

?

she's a slave of the street coupled with a flare of regret

remember when she was down to the lowest pit

no one seemed to care nor give a shit

there she walked again on the Sunset strip feeding baggars blind

?

faces,hands & feet

a newer way by which to meet & greet

all those gentlemen in waiting would end with a smile

to know all the great while she was dying inside

?

stripped naked on a Burger King cement floor that good for nothing whore

but no sooner as she slammed the door a preacher man met her to help change her life

it started off slowly but she accepted his invitation for church

now for what it was worth she lost her purse

?

inside was the only picture of her mother and brother

she cried until late in the night yet never gave up on the fight

her faith was grounded and she rose from the ashes

no more free passes nor second glances

?

God worked a work in her and she was forgiven

still hard pressed for cash she worked at her local seven eleven

she knew God had big plans when her former pimp got word of her transformation

beat her into a stupor and hopitalized her

?

wasting away on a hospital bed

there was met by her loving savior who took care of her

The hooker would never forget a life of many regrets,

when she got out she soared to new heights

?

Never did relent to give up on the fight


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