Prostitute (and all the stereotypes that come with it.)

Walking down the street
She breaks a heel,
She falls,
But she doesn't feel.
Her body's grown numb
And cold inside,
She sees a man,
She avoids his eyes.

She knows
He knows.
She knows
It shows.

She waits on the corner
The district border,
The red orbs glowing
The desperation showing.
The filthy men
In their filthy cars
Under the concealing sky
And the faded stars.

A man drives by,
She pulls her skirt high,
He looks at her face
And thinks, "I have more taste"
And he thinks she's a lower
But the car gets slower.

A familiar scene,
Wondering where he's been.
She can tell she's his first
That makes it all worse.
"How much?" he croaks
"£30 and I'm yours"
She knows she's worth more.
"Get in" he just about chokes.

She's done it all before
100 times and more.
She cuts off her brain
And goes into autopilot...
Again.
She takes him to her place
Sees his look of disgrace but
With only his grunting breaking the silence
She wonders if he'lll turn violent.
She prays he doesn't wake her kid
Or hit her like the last one did.

She knows what to do
She knows how he likes it
She knows this is reality
No matter how hard she fights it.

They finish
He throws the money on the floor
She picks it up
And goes onto the street once more.

He goes back home
To his kids and his wife
She does it again
Just a normal night in her life...