Constant Fight
Amidst the neon lit streets or the pathetic dark places,
She walks with a feeling of helplessness and her heart races.
Putting on her brave smile each night,
concealing her fragility, her struggle,her fight.
But, in her heart resides a stone of hope,
a window to escape, a way to cope.
In reality, her body aches and her soul weeps,
Yet,with a new man she sleeps.
This life may not be what she would choose,
But she is a survivor,she won't lose.
For, in her heart somewhere round the corner is a beam of light.
A prostitute's life, a constant fight.
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