Down in the dark,
What some call an art,
Really just a start
To keep her from falling apart.
Brought up to make her decisions smart.
Doing what she does puts pressure on the heart,
Though it goes unnoticed like a sly, snide remark.
For most men's eyes her body hits the mark,
These men in her eyes would not be disinclined to bark.
Still the dance continues until one day she has a spot to park.
A simple means to an end
Don't get caught in the wind,
Not on the dark and the poles for her freedom depend
Anyone please but her Daddy to send
The suit she wore out of the womb is likely to offend.
The curves of her body don't seem to cease,
From the red eyes of the men that seek a release,
Pains from the past that don't ever cease,
Even dreams provide not one moments peace.
Only her fulfilled dream can make the dance halt and cease.