20 Aug

under the dim light

of the street lamp

she stands

those memories 

of early days

keeps her alive

keeps her going

those eager tongues

that lick their plates

is reason enough

to do what she does

to smile is part of 

her profession

all alone in this hour

waiting for customers

she has learned 

to build walls

around her emotions

not to disclose

the agony

the hatred

of her profession

20Feb
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