Leona One in Six

her hymen broke when she was thirteen along with her dreams,
it was not her choice to lose her self esteem,
she gave up on men and lost lost all her confidence,
now there's no hope in her or thoughts of resilience,
she smells of hazel ,coral bells , and gin,
her face;plain, eyes; gray, figure;thin,
and her stringy brown hair chases her shadow ,
as if a mirror afoot men look into her checking their echo,
gazing straight but seeing the ground,
she walks as if she were trying to avoid sound,
waiting on the corner under streetlight inspection,
she sits smoking bitterly in retrospection,
they come in her room quiet and don't ask or tell;then shes took,
and when they finish with her ;never a second look,
she repeats more misery every time she switches tricks,
men with no desire to love leave her eternally sick,
living every moment of her first time over and over again,
shes a slave to cocaine , a man with a cane, and wallows in all her sins,
mind never together far apart sprawled out like her legs,
usually found on her knees but does not ever beg,
she takes the money to a man that treats her like father,
none for her, none to steal, she sees no reason to bother,
she neglects her own spirit but tries to keep her body clean,
she showers in her hotel room before any act obscene,
some men like to hit her, some men like to spit ,
some men do not stop when she yells "quit!!!!!",
she works parties and partakes with women too,
she makes more money if subject for groups,
this woman is a lovely painting of abuse,
she will lay in sorrow and plead for misuse,
men full of promethazine who emanate marijuana,
the neighborhood where she was raised held no such drama,
desire to escape but shes blank;so no attempt,
all her being will go to her pimp.


....are you a pimp?