ON STREET CORNERS SHE STANDS | Chronicles by Abunic | Poetry

The tears rolled down her eyes
A fluid representation of her broken years
An abusive father and an absent mother
A tortured childhood, battling demons as she grew
Numbing the pains with the beverage they brew

The home sold her out
The street bought her,
for not much a cost
And chances of change,
didn't come that many
Except the ones she exchanged for her pride

On street corners she stands
Quivering in the cold night,
Getting high and meeting strange men
Her body serving as services to pleasure them
To put meals on her plate,
and this was the only way- the only one she knew

If that home hadn't sold her out
If this society hadn't abandoned her
If they had shown her a little love
If they had helped and not judged
If they hadn't pushed her away,
in the embrace of that wretched place

She could have been better
She could have learned the letters
and be a better daughter
Her dreams would have been clearer
Her hope would've been something alive
And for the golden heights she would've thrived

But it's on street corners she stands
Getting drunk and meeting men
Her body offering services to pleasure them
To put meals on her plate,
For this was the only way- the only one she knew.

 

Abunic is a writer from Lagos State, Nigeria and she is a participant in the Prosti_fessional series by Marvelous Kings.
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