James Fraser Poet Rhyme

Lady of the Night

On the street corner she stands
So scantly clad
A lady of the night
Her background so sad
 
From a broken family
Abandoned and lost
She grew up on the streets
No matter her cost
 
The only man in her life
Is her mentor and pimp
Her collector of fee's 
Where he makes his mint
 
There is no care
For her or others
If they ever complain
It's oxygen smother
 
To a bedsit she retires
As her business unfolds
Another stat on the bedpost
In another unloving hold
 
Soiled and used
Once again
If we could see in her heart
Could we ease her pain
 
The door closes
As she heads back to the streets
The patch where she walks
Where her clients, she meets
 
Another night over
As she turns in for the night
While he counts his money
From this lady of the night




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Danny Nunn November 10, 2009 at 1:32 AM I like this one Jim, good and true write..I have one on here that is along the same lines..."Tag On Her Toe"..thanks of for you words on my featured poems.....good luck....Danny

John Loving Iii November 9, 2009 at 1:31 PM the skid row they speak of is a real place. with real people and real lives. we must address their issues because they are ours also. where ever we are on the level we stand where others above us look down on the things we do like picking up trash or cleaning someones home. and above us all a forgiving God. jhl

Charmaine Chircop November 6, 2009 at 2:50 PM Unfortunately the back ground shapes the future mant times..leaving no other choice for people to lead a decent life.. excellent work--Charma

Linda-Marie Sweetheart November 6, 2009 at 10:45 AM Sad but so true these days and no quick way to stop the madness of women caught up in this messy business ... u phase your verses so creatively.. leaves the reader quite mesmerized... u are a crusader, James, and a patriot too.. am honored to know such a gentleman... keep at it ... writing, crusading, and being patriotic .. u write so beautifully I am always so anxious to log on and read ... Linda-Marie, P.E.P.S. "Sweetheart"

Carolyn Devonshire November 6, 2009 at 4:43 AM How sad the plight of these women is, James. And, unfortunately, many of them are very young teens. Truly moving! Love you, Carolyn

Kim Hilliker November 5, 2009 at 2:22 PM Nice write, James. It's sad how many lives are lost of these poor forgotten souls who should have just gone back home.

Sara Kendrick November 5, 2009 at 1:25 PM Sad but true that this happens to young girls whose life could have been so different. There is hope for those that get someone to help them out of the situation that they are trapped. Glad you chose this topic. Keep writing. Sara

Doris Culverhouse November 5, 2009 at 12:58 PM don't go there!;) enjoyed reading