Born Mary Rose Mulcahy, baptized in white lace, a shy, soft-spoken child- filled with feminine grace.
Raised by loving parents, in a modest, comfortable home who could see how far away, from all of this she’d roam.
Surely as a child- as she lay awake in bed, she never in her wildest dreams foresaw what was ahead.
Who can say if she had known that time would heal her rage, maybe she wouldn’t have walked away at such a tender age.
It doesn’t really matter now as she walks the dark ‘ho stro’ picking up tricks for a couple of bucks- for the drugs to make herself whole.
Born Mary Rose Mulcahy baptized in white lace she walks the strip in white stilettos, selling her feminine grace.
A bit of rhyming prose posted for Girlie on the Edge’s Six Sentence Story. Cue word this week : Strip