by Lakesha Jenkins

She hypnotizes with her walk
Her body's perfume intoxicates the weakened flesh 
She has a way to look at you, into you, 
make you think you are everything
Her laugh is pure ecstacy, she practiced it as a little girl
She is pure sex, she is the thing that goes bump in the night
Every since her cries were covered by his hand as a child 
she has stopped believing she could be more
Her worth is tied to the pleasure she brings 
even if all she brings herself is pain
She sells her wares like a wise businesswoman - she is no fool
Her bank account grows while her spirit withers
To her its a fair trade....
Age wears at her although she is barely 19
So many unhealed wounds so much she will never forget
The names heaped upon her have no affect, whore, tramp, slut
Only in the daylight does she sleep
The night holds too much promise
No Daddy, daddy no but daddy doesn't hear, won't hear
Mommy pretends to be asleep
Surrendered her like a sacrificial lamb 
Turned her on...then kicked her out into the streets
Abandoned she surrenders to her fate
So young yet so old
Alone in a world so cold
Yet she dons her newest costume & stand before the mirror
Won't be long now before dusk calls & out the door she goes
Hypnotizing with her walk
Intoxicating with her scent
For a small sum she'll take you on a ride you won't soon forget
You can call her anything you want
But don't you dare ask her name, cause if you do she'll boldly lie
After all, isn't that what Jezebels do? 

Jezebel by Lakesha Jenkins

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