Night time girls

The night time girls awake at dusk

Waiting for their call from the moon

Preying on the innocent

Taking all possible income to full-fill pleasure



The night time girls are out tonight

Standing on their corners

Waiting for their pick up lines

Soon they'll be given their cues



The night time girls wasting away

Not seeing the harm in what they think is life

Seeking out their dreams

Which aren't dreams at all



The night time girls are fading

Into more statistics on the front page

"BODY FOUND RAPED AND DEAD,thought to be a prostitute"

Is all she'll be remembered as to all of us



The night time girls are prostitutes

Standing on their corners during the night

These night time girls are empty inside

Running from pimps with no place to hide



The night time girls are dying

Slowly inside..from hurt and disease

The night time girls are just one more statistic

Forgotten by the world

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Jere -'s picture

You have handled the sadness of their lives wonderfully. This poem is very, very powerful!