Black Eyed Susan Poet Couplet

I'Ll Take Her

Lydia:
I don’t recognize myself anymore
Greasy hair, grimy nails; I’ve become their whore
Servicing eight or nine men a night
I’ve learned it's better not to try and fight
Too many black eyes and broken ribs
So many punches that I’ll never have kids
All because I answered a newspaper ad
To get a new job, to help my gambling dad
I was kidnapped and sold into slavery
I’ve survived on false hope and bravery
It’ll be a miracle if I ever get free
For they have files on my family 
They’ll kill them if I run away
So here I lie on Christmas Day
Getting ass-slapped with a leather belt
And praying in vain, because no one can help

Me:
The above lines are Lydia’s story
It would be a miracle to end her whoring
If I had the power I’d set her free
And free every girl in captivity


11/29/11

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Bl Devnath December 16, 2011 at 9:27 AM Congratulation my friend on your win and wish you and all yours 'Happy Christmas Day and Happy New Year'.bl

John Freeman December 14, 2011 at 10:15 AM A sad place to be for Lydia, but an honorable desire for the miracle to set her free, Susan. Congrats on your worthy win. Agape, Moses

Audrey Haick December 13, 2011 at 5:14 PM Reality in 'harsh light', Susan...We pray for freedome and peace for all the girls forced into sex slavery around the world...Congratulations on a well deserved win! Blessings for this holy season and love always, Annalise

Kash Poet December 13, 2011 at 12:10 PM An interesting poem here Susan.Congrats on your win.

George Aul December 13, 2011 at 11:10 AM Congrats on your win in the contest with a great write.........George

Carol Sunshine Brown December 13, 2011 at 10:36 AM Congratulations on your super placement in the "Your Christmas Miracle" contest Susan. Love and blessings always, Carol

Mandy Tams The Golden Girl December 13, 2011 at 10:27 AM Very strong worfing its a pity we try and wait for miracles and not do anything ourselves. Congratulations x

Carolyn Devonshire December 13, 2011 at 10:08 AM Susan, there are so many young people who suffered torment in childhood and ended up living life on the streets. What a wonderful miracle it would be if we could change this. Congratulations on your win! Love and Christmas blessings, Carolyn

Robert A. Dufresne December 5, 2011 at 4:31 PM This is a powerfully written tragedy! I know this stuff happens and is shoved under the rug and people suffer like this. At times we as a people like to think we are so civilized ... and then ..this

Bl Devnath December 2, 2011 at 8:04 AM Genius write like a hero. Enjoyed it and give you best wishes for contest, my fried. bl

Andrea Dietrich November 30, 2011 at 9:34 PM Awesome, I am glad you made the solution for her in that new part you added at the bottom. Susan, RIGHT AWAY, go to your contest page and make a rule NO NAMES. That is what I said in my blog and what I forgot to tell you in addition to telling them to use Silver Strands in the title line. Sorry. But nobody has taken the challenge yet so I think we are not too late. Luv, Andrea

Broken Butterfly November 30, 2011 at 4:15 PM Powerful writing Susan. It would b a miracle for sure. Thank you for my placement in your Overreactions and DrameaQueen Contest.

Jack Horne November 30, 2011 at 1:29 PM Yes, it's so sad that this sort of thing happens, Susan. Lovely piece, my friend. Thanks - loved your contest - and many congrats on all your wins : )

Andrea Dietrich November 29, 2011 at 10:58 PM Susan, I really like your poem. Is it ok to not tell the miracle inside the poem? I hope so because I hope to see this one WIN.