“There’s No Such Thing as a Child Prostitute”


Young girl walking down the boulevard 

Not yet wise enough to know the world’s agenda 

Not yet an adult but with thighs of a woman

Perverts hunting, stalking, honking, and waiting. 
She wore a white summer dress with dainty wild flowers printed in clusters 

Just barely ripe with with the blush of woman’s blood. 

Her hairs tingle and ears perk as she Catches the glint in the eyes of the white haired wolf


And she darts for the mechanics shop

And walks in trembling. 

The Wolf laughs, “Oh I was just looking to have a little fun.” Smug as he drives off in his old white sports car forgetting everything but those legs. 
Little Lolita left standing in the middle of a shop with greasy men staring at her quivering pout and watery eyes. 

 She slowly turns to walk away feeling foolish 

A little less innocent 

Remembering those eyes every time she undresses for lovers. 

Today was my Momma’s Birthday.

We are nothing alike except I resemble her occasionally.

Beautiful,Strong, Proud, and Intuitive.

A lady who laughs like a child and has a naievete about

Always following the path of good,

Though her humor can be on the dark side,

And I forget what it is like being a child sometime and adoring a mother,

Until I take a moment to stare at her and really look at her as I used to,

Beautifull Umma!