Life For Sale

She walks the streets and flaunts her wares.
Passers-by can’t help but stare.
Underneath her painted face,
Lies a countenance of grace.

Her tainted past has shaped her life,
Failed daughter, sister, wife.
Unwanted touch on silky skin,
Is how her hell slide did begin.

As she lies upon her back,
Deep inside her heart is black,
Grieving for the life she had,
Unsure how things turned so bad.

So she soaks away her sin,
Dresses up and lifts her chin,
Walks along the dirty street,
Her life like trash beneath her feet.