Notes

Little Lady, this was the worst way to spend your birthday.
It's thirty degrees Thursday.
You worked late last night, you were with a perv making dirty fake love in his Mercedes. Little Lady the word 'rape' sums up events that take place every night. You wake up in the morning you want to get up but you know your legs will ache if you try. It suddenly hits you like a tonne of bricks, you remember that your punter went crazy last night. You wince dragging yourself out of bed towards the mirror to check your face then you cry. You perch on the side of your bed gripping your hair as you sob uncontrollably. Trying not to move your jaw as it had swollen and was numb in pain. Forget the visit to the clinic you were booked in for. another one you'll have to miss due to your injuries. You'll make a trip to the Whittington where they'll look at your jaw.
They'll be inquisitive and ask about your business for sure, they'll know your fibbing if you tell them you got hit by a door. Your force and size of your injuries wouldn't match up in any case. But young woman, Your pimp sees you as nothing but a 'dumb' hooker. Medical attention could be fatal. 'Cause the c*nt wouldn't ever let a doctor near someone that's getting dough for him. 'Cause next you got poxy authorities sticking their noses in.
As you sit on your bed contemplating your decision you dry your eyes looking back to the mirror trying not to cry once again. you hold back the tears and stand on your sensitive, tender and bruised legs.
Little lady, your mind you've made up. Your injuries you can't hide with make-up. You need some medical advice, you make up a little lie to say just In case the doctor opens his eyes and decides not to play dumb. With any luck you'll see the same dude who stitched your top lip last year when your pimp just lost it. He wouldn't recognise you if you stared him in the face anyway, 'Cause all the heroin is making you age. But you're a heroine for taking the strain of being a prostitute and punching bag. you take a beating and the hit every night. you please strangers to please your pimp so you can sleep safe for one more night. The funds you have left go to where you're from using Moneygram. Your poor mother had to get you out the motherland to study. That was all, she struggled to have a single daughter with the upper hand. She loved you and only wanted the best. Little does she know you're never coming back. She put you in her brother's hand only for him to formulate another plan. He's the f*cking cause of your appalling state this summer, Fancy that, you came to London to get pimped by your Uncle Dan.
Little lady, you're trembling with fear. Your skinny frame kinda resembles a deer. You're sitting facing the detective, oh dear, The meddling nurse couldn't just leave it, She's only gone and made it much worse calling police in. She'll never know the gravity of the damage she's caused, oh the terror in your eyes is obvious for sure. You're causing scandal going mad in the ward now. screaming at the nurses and Cops. begging them not to touch you, to leave you be. The copper is trying to calm you, telling you he won't let no one harm you
The same question he keeps trying to ask you, who you working for? He's talking to like your worth more than a dirty whore. You're having a conversation you could be murdered for, you were aghast at the thought. You're learning more about exactly why you need to help bring him to court. You're learning knowledge you ain't ever heard before. Just before he leaves, he reassures you that he knows that it's hard. He underlines a mobile number you can phone on his card. he begs you to use it, he's "useless" if your gonna be stupid. 'Cause an answer hasn't come from your bruised lips, you're on your own. You've gotta go and give your pimp what you owe leaving the hospital with a tear rolling down your cheek. You reach your door and then it dawns that you've been followed home. Before you turn around you feel a cold blade on your throat and then a voice says "where you been b*tch? I wanna know." No prizes for guessing who it is, resistance would be foolishness. You open the front door, he boots you in. There's something new in him, he's silent now that fills you with terror.
Get your alibi straight, you could be killed for an error. He towers over you, the 6 inch knife catches the sunlight, at this point your life flashes before your eyes. you're petrified, your handbags dropped and all the contents fly all over the floor. Despite the mess there's only one thing that's caught his eye. In the moment of rage, he brutally murders his niece and dumps her body in the boot of his Merc in the street.
Little lady left this earth in the worst way,
All because she got a card on her 13th birthday.