She leans against the traffic signal but she is the reason
why cars stop
Bossing her sparkling saree and twirling her hair waiting
for him
A vehicle rolls to a stop in front of her and invites her
in
She accepts the invitation and travels to her place of
business
He pushed her onto the bed, undraped her saree
As he approached her she smiled and pulled him closer
She let him touch her and do things to her she didn’t want
For her child she smiles through it all
She does her deed and picks up her cash and returns home
Seeing her with bread, the little one jumps with joy
As she fed him with her hand, he smiled and she smiled back
Little did he know what she had to go through so he could
smile
Next day as the evening approaches she starts putting on her
makeup
She puts on face cream, lipstick, eye liner and whatever she
could find
When she looks back into a mirror, she knows something is
missing
She realizes what’s missing, her smile, she completes her
makeup
And leaves for the traffic signal.
I like how you've presented the idea of a prostitute. On a more structure-related note, however, I think it might be better if more line breaks were used to convey a sense of monotony in the poem.
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