She was a hooker
she lived in a dark dirty bedsit
on the corner of Landor road
I know because I lived in a flat opposite
her beauty was undeniable
at least, to me
yet she, being mostly drunk
for most of the day
never saw her own beauty
but I saw her
I watched from my bedroom window
she’d walk down the stairs of the bedsit
just before I’d go to bed at 9pm
seemed a Hollywood star was making her debut
onto the busy streets of London
walking with a drunken sway
reaching her destination
stood on the corner of our road
short skirt, knee high boots
a broken heel
the brightest red lips
and the most beautiful
absolutely beautiful eyes
I swear
you could literally see her soul in them
it seemed she was
begging for someone to pay her worth?
just so she could feed her belly
alcohol before her next sunrise
and me? well I was just a child
even so, my eyes were always open
my mind in reflection
reflecting on those grubby men
she always hung around with
and how very lucky they were
to have the company of her…
a true Hollywood woman.
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Teddy.15 (
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- Category: Reflection
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A child's insight, on the realities of life.....and what we as adults fail to see!!! If you would have seen her today...with the knowledge you have....would it change your mind? Would you see her differently? Just thinking out loud!! 😏
This picture though!! 🤌
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Such a kind review and I would honestly like to say that I would hope to have even more compassion and empathy now that I'm all grown up, we as grown ups see it all don't we. Being born and bred in London it's not hard to find stuff from beyond my 49 years memory. Thank you dear Liz. ❤️
The world would be a better place if we were all child like.
Yes, through the eyes of a child there is a great sense of innocence, thank you so much. ❤️
Is that KP?! lol.
LOL nah she was never this classy ❤️ orchidear ❤️
What a wonderful write Teddy, so much said from those innocent eyes.
Andy
Thank you so much dear Andy, I've seen a lot of things growing up in poverty in London, I'm truly humbled to be able to write about these memories ❤️
Beautiful. We often judge too quickly.
Thank you so much dear Thomas. ❤️ I was born on the cobbles of London. As a kid I got to see so many things and even so as an adult. A wonderful city.
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