A prostrate prostitute is the Protagonist of this Piece

Lying there,
Barely conscious of the act -
Her mind turned to other things:
De two pickney dem,
(Smiles to self)
De big boy learning real well,
And de second one…He coming long too…
Too wuthless doh,
Have to stop him spending time pun dat corner.

Note to self: Go down to dat block and embarrass the
Shit outta him.

Hurried dismount!
Over?
Thank God!
Exchange of crumpled bills without eye-contact,
Clock ticks over to the bewitching hour.
D.W.D

Have to get home before Claryss kick up a fuss.
Last look over the tiny room…
Got everything?
Ok, then.

She heads for the door –

She heard it before she felt it:
The first blow;
The second one she neither heard nor felt.