NPM 8/30: Walkers at Dawn 5’5, full of malnutrition, makeup, and broken dreams Packed into torn fishnet stockings Heels that can barely be stood in She struts the Earth like a model for the gods Her garments, soiled in semen and covered in a New York accent The stench of late nights, climaxing, and the back of his fist Wears her like lingering perfume The sun is almost upon her, but the days feel no different She’s serving a life sentence But runs that corner as if she built the fortress with her own hands A natural in her own right Leaves men bewildered like a deer in headlights They make special requests for her Cash out more for her time And Daddy likes that She’s his shining star In this moment, she’s just still Ill from her drug of choice The crisp air meets her cheek, stopping her running mascara in its tracks The wind is a symphony that only plays her requiem She looks up, notices dawn approaching Everything that encompasses her life are sounds in minor She’s had it rough, life before this is just a blur So, when your sleepless nights lead you down her path Meet her with your moment of mercy, your kindness Sow a prayer that will bring her peace Don’t grieve when you find her on her knees She has a job to do, just like you A quota to be met before dawn’s awakening Theres a break in midnight sky Her eyes lift, there is still a child reaching out behind the corneas She views this new day as Gods gift to her A chance to be free, be a regular person, be alive Before she clocks in for the night shift With her head down, she prays for solace For peace peace of mind For the strength to make it through this day May God be with you, child
Posted on: Sat, 19 Apr 2014 18:11:27 +0000
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