Poem by Mary Wynn

She stands on the corner with the rest of them

Sex with many men


Life in the hands of the man that’s caressing them


Diamonds and Designer clothes that he dressed her in


Not valuing the body that God has blessed her with

Tears fill the pillow her head’s resting in

Asking God why her life is getting tougher and

Why she has to go through all this pain and suffering?

I know life could be worse than others

Sometimes you have to fall before you survive the struggling


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