Night fell. The darkness was thin, like some sleazy dress that had been worn and worn.
She doesn’t know what to do. What else does she have to lose?
So she kept on walking. She walked down the boulevard with her head held high.
She ignored the incessant whistles from the immature and worldly men, and she kept on walking. She pasted people her age, people she thought had there lives put together.
But oh was she wrong.
She saw a man, in a classy suit, couldn’t be a day over 23. She thought to herself, Oh how lucky he is, to love what he does, to be that sophisticated man that every women adores.
But oh was she wrong.
Just turned 23, fresh out of college, working for his father’s firm, and hating every day of it. Coming to work in these fresh new suits, just to be made fun of my the junior partners.
He doesn’t know what to do. What else does he have to lose?
She say a girl, wearing grungy jeans and a ripped t-shirt. She thought to herself, Oh that poor girl, I hope she finds some suitable clothes and a place to stay tonight.
But oh was she wrong.
Turning 18 in 2 months and miserable living in a home where she is required to wear a dress and stockings to dinner. Pressured into playing the violin and joining the closest chapter of the National “Charity” League. Chastised for skipping the luncheons and working with underprivileged kids instead.
She doesn’t know what to do. What else does he have to lose?
A man approached her that night, and offered her a one hundred dollar bill and a sly smile.
But oh was he wrong.
Flustered she replied to the man, How dare you think that is my profession!
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And then it hit her. She had been judging these people just as she had been judged. If only she knew, if only she knew.
None of them know what to do. But at least now they know that they do have something to lose.