Night shift. She stands in the corner puffin away her dreams and miseries. When she sees men, all she ever see is money.Attitude like! If you take my spot i will run over you honey, and your law wont do a thing about it cause Ive got them wrapped around my red nailed finger, bouncing on my curves and hypnotized by my figure. I am a hard working girl trapped in a womens body, under these street light my temple glitters like jewelry I wear a smile as men on wheels approach me, Lay for both pain and pleasure so to get my salary. This corner is my office. The bedroom is my boardroom where i discuss business, In this line of duty, Age does matter and it a factor the younger the better, recruited from broken homes ive seen them come but i have not seen them go! It devastating yes i know. When i met these streets i had dreams but i broke them along with my viginity self esteem and dignity, tell me i made a wrong decision and ill tell you im human so i suppose i had to make a living. See i couldnt get away from my parents expectations and be a child of perfection. I couldnt. I couldnt tell my Mummy about my Daddies touches in all my private places and so i bailed out and these streets became my home, Lamp poles became my friends they were cold but they were not cold as my fathers hands! #iSfundo_Sibisi #The_Village_kid
Posted on: Sun, 13 Jul 2014 15:23:26 +0000
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