She looked twenty-one
But she was only fifteen

Trying to play with the big boys
They turned her into a dope fiend

She fulfilled the term
Being “down for the team”

Thought she had control
Until she ended up on the streets;  

Selling her body
Letting strangers get knees deep

How could her parents sleep, knowing their little girl's in the streets
Getting preyed on, like a wolf to a sheep  

Her skin so pale and legs so weak
*She prayed to God to die in her dreams

In public we hate each other
But secretly we entertain each other
When the sun goes down our shift begins
During the day, I pretend
Like I'm so sick of men
When really I'm so quick to give in
I don't know why I act so shy
Maybe I like the chase
Though I do know, you like my taste

Nobody knows about our affairs
Except the stars in the midnight air
They light up when they see you worship my body
And the way you're built is so godly
That's probably how you got me

I don't mind this relation
I like it better than the feeling of **temptation

She was a beautiful woman. She had a light complexion. She always smiled & had her head up. Never looked back she kept her focus ahead. She never hated nor envied. But her heart was so heavy. If you looked in her shadow you could see her story. She was drained. Her smiles were to cover her pain. She'd cry when it rained. She never looked back because too many knives were in it. Just from her rough start you could tell she was diminished. Her only hope was her finish. She popped one pain pill then got addicted. But nobody witnessed. Her heart was covered in stitches. She cant love , she got issues in commitment. When she felt low, she inhaled green to get lifted. But you would barely catch her in sun.
*Her shadow was limited to none.