Stage

This is just another stage
But it's no stage that I foresaw
It was scripted out before me
I was cast when I was four
A little dancing girl I was
A Christmas feast I've been
For family men who set the stage
Dancing girl to porn queen

I'm not your beg & call-girl
I'm not a dancer in your twisted whore world
Now I'm finding my own assurance
There'll be no repeat performance

These leering lights make Grey
A street I know so well
They pay a well-worn track
To bail me briefly out of hell
An artist's eye I have
Yet an abstract sight I am
To family men who walk the street
And make me dance for them

I'm not your beg & call-girl
I'm not a dancer in your twisted whore world
Now I'm finding my own assurance
There'll be no repeat performance

I was back at work this morning
3 a.m. -- the moon was out
I was called to do my walking
To these shadows of my doubt
I split in two to work here
I slip into my past
Never thought that I'd make 28
Each day is counting down my last

This is just another stage
But it's a stage that I've rehearsed
Direction now is mine
And my drama has dispersed
And still my voice is denied me
By those men who stalk my past
But now I believe my memories
And I've learned my truth by heart

I'm not your beg & call-girl
I'm not a dancer in your twisted whore world
Now I'm finding my own assurance
There'll be no repeat performance

©2000 Deborah Hocking