In between the streaming cars
I stand alone, posing like a supermodel
And waving with my glamorous smile.
The gray pavement is my silver runway,
And street lights glaring on my long hair.
My pink handbag stores our protection,
And I’ll make you feel good at any night.
Yes, I am a street fairy,
I’m goddess in bed,
And I’m your seventy dollar baby.
If I really liked your hearty offering,
Then I’d do you a dirty favor for thirty.
My high heel boots w’ red leather neck,
Look shining great by the black tire.
My tight mini skirt, and black net socks,
Never shy away from the stormy winter.
On the table I’m a young dancer,
And at home I’m an exhausted mother,
But tonight, I let you be my driver
Or I can be your back sit lover.
You can call me Mommy,
Or make me scream Daddy,
Or share all your heartbreak stories
Thru your psychotic revenge.
For cash I must bend over,
I must sing or moan or howl,
I must rock my hips and roll back and forth,
To turn you on and set you off,
To let all you men pick up what you have lost.
The queen size bed is my living stage,
For each show I must nail my acts in sweat.
The wet sheet marked by all past stains,
That reminded our history and violent affairs.
No, showers cannot cleanse,
Soaps do not wash away,
The deeds and fears I have endured,
Only alcohol and tears would drown me,
So I can sink deep in sleep
And run away from my haunting thoughts.
Oh, I sold my body for soul,
I traded my eternity for choice,
I collect all the tips to buy hope.
I strip off and kneel down,
I beg around naked,
And exchange in truth,
But no one in this dealing world
Has much left to console.
Christ died on the cross,
He’s resurrected in books,
And men are lost in streets,
And in market place they’re waiting
Oh that second coming of God, seems at halt.
So I must be my savior for now,
I must be a savior for myself.
I cleanse men’s feet with my hair,
I feed babies upon my breasts,
And I give boys their motherly love
That this world never provides.
I’m a sweet little girl, holding a lollipop;
I’m a beautiful lady in red, waiting in a bar;
Tonight, on this shaky bed, I lay myself flat.
For all my children and our better day,
I must lie quietly and calmly spread.
I’m praying for the lips of my date,
I’ve forgotten the taste of love,
And all I’ve had is this battling sex,
Till one day this body says
‘I am too old to sell’.
I watch the ruby sun goes down,
I greet the pale moon when she rises,
Up on my hills I lie down,
I see people climb on and fall off,
Then I take a deep breath,
I look up toward the dark sky,
And I yell out:
Tonight I survived again,
And tomorrow I get up, I live on!
Painting, Manet's Olympia.