It's all she's known
Make up and heels.
Skimpy shirts revealing a slim waist and large breasts.
Leaning against the same wall,
Day after day.
Selling herself to pay the rent.
Selling herself to feel another.
Living in misery and self pity,
craving acceptance,
but sticking to it because,
one day,
she was sure
somebody would love her.

Yet she still stands.
The grey in her hair covered with dyes.
Smeared pink atop embarrassing wrinkles.
No one stops.
No one cares,
but she continues her wait,
a tear on her cheek,
remembering the days when she was wanted.

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