By: Jamie Walker
Short skirts and tank tops
Red lips and painted toes
The allure of a dark lined eye
Styled hair and perfume
You just can’t ignore.
Black heels and French manicures
Earrings and necklaces
Belly button piercings that are asking for it
They're all begging for your attention.
A low cut blouse and lacy lingerie
Freshly shaven legs and waxed brows
Rouged cheeks that say come get me
Your hands must touch her.
Pearls and hairpins
Rose tattoos and a nose ring
A touch of shimmer on the collarbone
They're all Whores anyways.
But you forget
She’s a daughter
Who didn’t ask you to touch her.
You are absolved by society
By the sword with two edges
She is irresponsible and loose
So you touch her
You violate her
She will never be the same
Carefree? She doesn't know the word.
The hole inside her is black
Growing each day.
Her children will keep her awake at night
For fear they meet the monster she did.
The touch of the man she loves
Will always have a shadow of you.
Each kiss tainted, each caress is a chill.
She will never be free of the hell
You put her in.
But you sleep soundly.
It’s not your fault they'll say.
Boys will be boy
And she was an inviting lady.
**Jamie Walker is a 26 year old Moline native.
She works as a Professional Account Manager and is the Mother to
a rambunctious, adorable, 3 year old boy.
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