The Showgirl

Her Auburn hair flew freely

As she begins to move

All the men  mesmerised

As she gets into the groove

With every beat a swaying

Full movement of her hips

A fluttering of the eyelids

And pursing of the lips

Her slender body obvious

With the tighten of her dress

Legs in six inch heels

A cleavage to impress

Unfastening her zip

Undressing with pure ease

False smile on her face

For the men she has to please

The men think there in heaven

She thinks she’s in hell

A life she never opted for

No one she could tell

Lighting up the stage

Her dance was in full flow

The audience going wild

Little did they know

Before she went on stage

Each and every night

Her mind was in turmoil

She held a private fight

With every performance

An unwanted fate

Forced to strip for leering men

A job that she did hate

Once mistaking kindness

A young girl insecure

A vulnerable teenager

Innocent and pure

Now trapped and looking for escape

Looking for a chance

To rid herself of this awful life

Where she is forced to dance

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