The night time girls awake at dusk
Waiting for their call from the moon
Preying on the innocent
Taking all possible income to full-fill pleasure
The night time girls are out tonight
Standing on their corners
Waiting for their pick up lines
Soon they'll be given their cues
The night time girls wasting away
Not seeing the harm in what they think is life
Seeking out their dreams
Which aren't dreams at all
The night time girls are fading
Into more statistics on the front page
"BODY FOUND RAPED AND DEAD,thought to be a prostitute"
Is all she'll be remembered as to all of us
The night time girls are prostitutes
Standing on their corners during the night
These night time girls are empty inside
Running from pimps with no place to hide
The night time girls are dying
Slowly inside..from hurt and disease
The night time girls are just one more statistic
Forgotten by the world
You have handled the sadness of their lives wonderfully. This poem is very, very powerful!