On the Corner of 5th and Freemont

On the Corner of 5th and Freemont

A Poem by savesthedaynj

These Hands

they know
no bounds. With
little force they
coerce me to oblige.

 

And when he

places his hands

upon me I shudder

for fear I will

not own my hands again.

 

Will they belong

to him forever or

will I gain control

of my digits once

more.

 

It is not hard

to see my lack

of clothing compensates

for the lack of

a mother.

 

I will not

complain cause

these hands

they bring me money

and sin.

 

As he finds his

wallet I want

nothing more than

to be done with

my deeds.

 

The door to door

sales woman of skin

is closing up shop.

Please leave your

key at the door.

© 2009 savesthedaynj


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