China White

She’s known as China White

Because before this life

She leapt into this world pure as powdered snow

A delightful arrival

Taking mother and father to rapturous heights

Blessed within chapel

Flavored in sweetness like a honey crisp apple

Not a blemish

Not having withstood a single bite

Seen floating about in varied direction

In her seventeenth year

She’s now merchandise with shelf life

Having to pass the queen mother’s daily inspection

Maybe six years tops and once overly used

Thrown to the heap like refuge

To be replaced by younger and more profitable selection

For now

A discounted product amongst the droves

Sometimes she’s a mother

Or a daughter

Maybe someone’s beloved sister

With body and soul

Now for sale along these fornicating roads

Her bleakness on display

And delusional pride

She strolls having gone untold

Head high

Still believing she’s glamour personified

The road is her catwalk

Envisioning cameras and flash bulb light

In actuality

Her everyday

Swallowed by a joyless reality

The size of donation determining who is or isn’t her type

This is our plight

Where so many of our cherished

Roam aimlessly through the night

Where they hopelessly perish

Having been taken into the life

I just pray you’ll think twice

And always remember

That for every little angel

Who’s lovingly within your sight

There’s the willing who’ll pay for pleasure  

And a little girl named China White

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