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Walk the Streets to Earn My Keep

Real-Life Prostitution Story

By Miss nilandPublished 6 years ago 3 min read
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When i look at my life

Honestly, I feel ashamed

Dragged up literally

No education, living in scum.

Started with mum on the game

A Few men at first, break me in

Before you knew it, had a run

Young meat felt better for em

Never understand my mum

Why she wanted this for me

Her life of sex, drugs and streets

Constantly punched and beat

Think it was all the money she owes

Pimp gets funny, longer it goes

Then the drugs, you need your hit

Working, you cant if your not fit

Never get use to this fully, I know

Was only doing it for a Few months

Help my mum out with cashflow

Here six years now, ive had a few punches

Drive off without paying or throw you out

Saying it was shit that you deserve nowt

Degrading, as people tell me I'm bonny

That don't help now to bring in the money

Love to go to college, get some worth

No one to help support me though

Our house needs every penny

Only two days ago lecky was cut off

Live with my mum, two younger brothers

One younger sister, never seen my dad

Don't know who he is, that many lovers shes had.

Be same for my sister unless she gets out

Already she's had men touching her in the house

Makes me sick, i just take them for a quickie

They lay off her then, just take the mickie.

Wish I never started doing the drugs

Now it's like, I will never get out of this

£15 hit a day to keep my head from shit

Dirty smack, but I rattle like fuck for it.

So gotta keep fucking walking the streets

Pimp round corner not even looking, hes supposed to keep us safe, we turn up, he knows he's getting paid.

Thats how it flows every one out for themselves in the end

Doesn't change over the years, same shit

different day, everyone takes the lend.

Some of the men proper stink

Like I gip so bad sucking them off

All that distress for sometimes ten quid

Or they'll try not pay or rough you up

Wish their knob would just fall off.

Probably saving alot of marriages

Shag me their done, so no affairs

Get your regulars thats the only best bit

Feel safer with them plus chance of a tip.

All about getting that hit, now it's like

Fuck lecky gas and that shit.

Never really eat, social been round last week

Saying my sister and brothers are neglected,

Fucking cheek.

Said their keeping a close eye

on mum

Anymore, the kids will be gone

Yeah,!!! straight into care

Split up, how's that fair.

Mum she's just bad on the gear

Doing it to take away her fear

All the horror and torture

Swear, what a life, really severe.

Our mate got stabbed yesterday

Raped first, then left at side of a skip

Imagine, that was her life gone

Mum getting older, well she's in bits

Worried that she'll be next or me

We were out same night, needed to

You can't be scared and stop

I honestly want this to end,

I really do.

Sometimes I think, get my sister and go

Anything's better than this fucking show

Then I think about my mam

Then I can't, so just carry on, while I can.

This I think is gunna be my life

Can't see owt changing now

Grubby men wanting their end away

Probably be doing it till end of my days.

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About the Creator

Miss niland

I absolutely love writing . All my life's pain and torture and suffering of many kinds has not been in vain. X

Never before did I believe in myself. I am now 41 years old and just started writing in open after it being a secret all my life.

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