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My Street Lady--A Love Story

My Street Lady..A love Story

By

Jude Kyrie

Mother was controlling.
hard,self centered, spoiled and rich.
I forgot beautiful but I suppose
to the outsiders looking in
she was perfect.
I think she hated me
I was the quiet one
my brother handsome and wild
was the apple of her eye.
you will amount to nothing 
she told me from being a child.
why can't you be more 
like your brother
she cried at me.
she prepped my brother
for fame and fortune.
he will be the next mayor
of this city she said.
I could not take any more
I left the house 
living rough in the inner city.
I got a tiny apartment
above a cobblers store.
one night a woman banged
on the door at a late hour.
she was a prostitute 
her pimp had beaten her.
I let her in.
she stayed with me.
we did not have sex.
I figured she needed 
a break.
My mother found us.
and insulted the lady
calling her a whore.
she did not know her story
about a husband who 
was shot by a passing car.
Losing her home her dignity
More to spite mother  than because 
I loved her I married my prostitute.
There was a strange change about her.
she cleaned for me.
fixed nice meals.
washed my clothes.
I still never touched her.
But she was somehow in love with me.
one night she bought a bottle of wine
we could ill afford
I got a bit tipsy.
She took me to her bed.
and I felt a warmth 
I had never felt in my life before.
it was damned stupid love.
I did not want it or seek it
but it found me.
mother offered her money to go away.
But I told her I needed her.
my job as an accountant 
at the city took off.
I became the city treasurer.
then when the elections came up
I was put forward for Mayor 
against my brother.
they leaked my wife's background
as a call girl out in the press.
But she stood in front of the media 
and told her story truly
and mine.
We gained a large lead in the polls
the women related to her plight.
on election night
it was a landslide
I became Mayor
She became the first lady if the city.
we have four children now.
I am being put forward
to run for Governor.
and my sweet lady will become
the first lady if this great state.

a year later

the four kids
myself 
and my beautiful wife
kissed as we entered the governor's mansion.
she whispered I love you so much my husband.
I whispered back not as much as I love you 
my lady.

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