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Prostitute

My heart fell into the wrong hands My love was sold on the black market My virginity was stolen from me by a pimp with a penchant for sweet talking Now I'm a turned-out sex slave street walking Men pass me around like a bag of candy They take a piece of me, eat all they can eat I satisfy their sexual gluttony They love to have me every kind of way ... do things to me, that you don't even dare wanna say I am a prostitute, my worn out thighs tell the truth Only have my body to sell Walking on the cold concrete, feels like I'm living in a frozen hell Maybe you'll see me one day, when you're cruising, and I'm walking your way Maybe you'll wanna stop and holla, spend a little time together, then throw me some dollars But I'm warning you, don't take me home to your wife or girlfriend Or risk giving them some of me, pass on to them some of my misery This ain't how sex was supposed to be, but it is what it is I am a prostitute ... time to get cleaned up to get dirty again But there ain't enough money to be made, when you're twice dead, and the bed is your grave

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Afzal Nusker

Date: 1/24/2017 10:49:00 PM

This profound poem of yours reminds me of the movie 'Monster,' based on the true story of a prostitute turned serial killer.

Sunita U.D Palawon

Date: 1/22/2017 8:39:00 AM

If only they could have a choice! very deep this poem and bring out the truth so explicitly. Alas where are our education and development and modernity leading us if we can't relieve such person even after centuries!

Paul Callus

Date: 1/19/2017 9:03:00 AM

Very strong and expressive, Freddie. You present this situation clearly without harming or offending. Many of these people are not there for the fun of it, and might find a better life with some luck and help. Regards // paul

Wilfred Aniagyei

Date: 1/19/2017 5:21:00 AM

I like the message behind this... As always, strong words, Freddie

Connie Marcum Wong

Date: 1/19/2017 3:49:00 AM

This is a vivid view of life on the streets. Sadly there are men and women who take advantage of the often innocents who are just trying to stay alive. They get them hooked on drugs and keep them on an endless cycle until they are past their prime and age gets them discarded. Many never had a choice but to live or die. Your poem is very moving Freddie. : ) 7

Matthew Anish

Date: 1/18/2017 10:28:00 PM

A touching take on the working girls! Peace & Blessings Matthew Anish

Richard Lamoureux

Date: 1/18/2017 8:13:00 PM

I feel for these women. It must be a painful reality. You have told the story with sensitivity and put a human face forward. Lonely but human. I might suggest removing the "I am a prostitute" lines, your piece already clearly expresses the persona. Maybe "I'm a sad reflection of your need". Either way this is a moving piece of writing. A 7 from me.

Cheryl Hoffman

Date: 1/18/2017 7:35:00 PM

They all need to learn a trade other then bed-hopping; probably good money in selling their bods but how degrading is that! Maybe have a prostitutes anonymous club at a church or something…:)

Jan Allison

Date: 1/18/2017 1:00:00 PM

I have tears reading your poem Freddie - such a vivid descriptive poem on the seedier side of life - 'men pass me around like a bag of candy' - what an incredible line! Sadly so many of the street workers are drug users and use the work to fuel their habit - a vicious circle that must be hard to break:-( hugs Jan xx

Freddie Robinson Jr.
Date: 1/18/2017 1:15:00 PM

Ty, Jan. Your astute observation says it all. A tragic all the way around. I just feel truth will open their eyes more than ridicule. Talking about someone is easy, trying to help someone is harder. Ty for the kind comments. Love and more love to you and yours.