Isabel

Isabel is cold. Isabel is poor. Isabel is pretty. Isabel’s a whore.
Men all smile and joke and laugh, when Isabel’s in town.
For they all know what’s going down.
They know for sure, if Isabel’s in town tonight someone is going to score. 
All they see is raven hair, luscious breasts and thighs.
They don’t bother to look at more and see her weary eyes.
They come at her by twos and fives, preening ,rancing,fists raised to fight,
just to see who is going to be first with Isabel tonight. 
None of them really know her.
Oh, they all claim to know her well.
Yet, none know of her private life, her own private hell.
They are enthralled by her beauty. She is sultry, silent & shy.
They exclaim to each other, if they don’t have her they may die.
None of them have seen her smile. Yet all have tried and failed.
They all think it is a game she plays, so they grin and joke to no avail.
She continues on her solemn way, walking down the street.
Slowly she will stop and turn, pointing at a man, as if picking out a treat. 
Isabel has been here forever now or at least a couple of years.
Becoming teenage boys fantasies and housewives private fears. 
Along the street, the men walk and talk, mentally fantasizing about the raven haired beaut.
Isabel turns eighteen today. Isabel is mute.
No one knows where she came from and no one seems to care.
All they care about is who is next with the whore with the raven hair. 
Many see her in the daytime, some stop and stare,
but most won’t even nod hello.
Some won’t even dare, for they don’t want their wives to see their attraction to the whore with the raven hair.
Isabel is lonely. Isabel is scared.
She fears she will never be known as Mrs., just the whore with the raven hair.
Isabel has hopes and dreams, but know one will ever know.
She has no friends to hang around and all her stories make no sounds.
She beats back the cold and hunger, at least for another day.
By being in the oldest profession; giving men sex for pay. 
The sun is shining brightly today, as Isabel walks along the way.
She is resigned to the fact that more men will pay to spend time with the raven haired beaut.
Another birthday has gone uncelebrated and Isabel is still mute.