the walk

born mary rose mulkayhe
baptized in white lace
shy, soft-spoken child
filled with feminine grace

raised by loving parents
in a modest, comfortable home
who could see,, how far away
from all of this she’d roam

surely as a child
as she lay, awake in bed
she never in her wildest dreams
foresaw what was ahead

who can say, if she had known
that time would heal her rage
maybe she wouldn’t have walked away
at such a tender age

maybe she never would have tried
smoking pot- just to be cool
or stole script drugs from her parents
and ate them all in school

maybe she would never have married,
and had children she couldn’t keep
at least then, she wouldn’t need to
punish herself,, by working in the street

it doesn’t really matter now
as she walks the dark “ho stro”
picking up tricks
for a couple of bucks
for the drugs,
to make herself whole

born mary rose mulkayhe
baptized in white lace
she walks the street in white stilettos
selling her feminine grace

by: paisley

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