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The Life Unchosen

Updated on April 12, 2013

Her hem came down almost mid-thigh

it was quite a dress for one so shy

But she wore it well and walked with pride

Though calloused she hid her tears inside

Her strapless bra and fishnet hose

Fit her well one would suppose

She's not what her clothes made others see

Or what life had reduced her to be

There was a time when grace and poise stood out

This life was not what she was about

There were many hearts she once could steel

Now she sold herself to buy a meal

When still a child of younger days

Her dad came each night and made her play

For years she tried hard to tell her mom

But her mom’s blind love let it go on

After six years she fled from nightly strife

And hoped to finally find a better life

But the world was not a friendly place

For fifteen and fallen from her mother’s grace

Her figure was like an hour glass

She could make a righteous man trespass

At 6'1 she was a sight indeed

A beauty most had to concede

But inwardly she tried to hide

The precious soul she hid inside

A concert piano playing gem

She also played cello and the violin

Many offered to take her from this

And keep her as their private mistress

But she was not something to own

While they returned to their own happy home

She could quote Hamlet act and verse

But this part she played made her feel her worst

She dreamed of her own new home at last

And putting this life well in her past

A few more years she’d make them pay

While she scrimped and saved and stashed away

For now she was a high-class whore

With patrons hanging at her door

But soon she would put all this aside

Find a new place and regain her pride

Then start the life of which she’s dreamed

But again she hears the doorbell ring©


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Title :: The Life Unchosen

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    • must65gt profile image

      must65gt 5 years ago

      Thanks so much for stopping by and offering your thoughts Sholand, sometimes a Phoneix can rise from travesty. God Bless

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      Susan Holland 5 years ago from Southwest Missouri

      A very sad story that rings too true. I wish we could save them all. Your poetry brought out the image of the ugliness in this young girl's life, but it also brought out the hope.

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      must65gt 5 years ago

      You are so right HB. I had a good friend whom I found out years later on, allowed her father to abuse her for years to protect her younger sister, and her mother out of fear of being left on her own allowed it to go on. It makes one wonder just how much of this goes on. Thanks for reading and commenting.

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      Cindy Murdoch 5 years ago from Texas

      This is so sad, but so true for far too many young girls.

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      must65gt 5 years ago

      Thanks to all of you for your kind comments. appreciate you taking time to read and offering your thoughts. The poem started off much different than it finished. Even I was surprised at the path it took. The tradgety is tis happens to young girls way to often. Perhaps exposure to this type of thing may help put a stop to it.

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      Crazy Mags 5 years ago

      Good poem, made me feel sad.

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      American View 5 years ago from Plano, Texas

      A very good poem. Up and awesmoe

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      Sondra 5 years ago from Neverland

      Its sad just how many young girls are forced into this kind of life. My wish is that they all make it out successfully and go on to live happy productive lives.