Red Fiery Poet Rhyme

Prostitution

I do not belong to your affluent society,

nor do I live at your mercy

A victim of social circumstances.

You sell your art and I bank on my flesh.

No body likes to  be  called by my name

for I am not a part of your fame..

yet you will sleep with me at night,

smelling my flesh gives u delight !

Don't you throw away your pounds!

Instead ,get some bones for your hounds !

I spit on the way this  society refutes

For no body is a born prostitute !



Smriti Jha aka Redfiery

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Paul Callus February 26, 2016 at 7:32 AM I doubt if there are many prostitutes who do this just for fun; often it is the result of poverty or abuse. Your poem is expressive and I can sense the sincere emotions that it evokes. ~ Regards // paul

Richard Lamoureux August 18, 2013 at 8:27 AM Read my poem Red Door if you have a chance.

Richard Lamoureux August 18, 2013 at 8:25 AM Our society looks down at the prostitute yet they will not be going out of business any time soon. A very thoughtful piece.

Sidney Hall Mad Poet May 22, 2011 at 4:45 PM Yes! you good this is going in my fav file :-)

Michael Wayne May 21, 2011 at 8:40 PM This is my favorite non-love poem of yours. I spit on the way this society refutes...... what a line. I am your devoted fan.....

Robert A. Dufresne May 21, 2011 at 5:34 PM Interesting poem to say the least, Smriti. today's society has no call to refute anything at all. As Christ said" he who has no sin .. cast the first stone." You may or may not want to read my recent poem "the oldest profession. I enjoy your work. I see you are new here. Wonderful. It's a good place to be. Welcome

Neha Sharma May 19, 2011 at 3:46 AM really a sensitive topic to be talked about specially in India. good write smriti jha.

John Aaron Green May 13, 2011 at 4:50 PM i read it before and i said it before, wonderful write...

Vince Suzadail Jr. May 3, 2011 at 6:37 PM Too many kids get caught up in this with no choice once they are trapped. It's the hypocrites making the judgement. The same ones who are walking the street looking and hoping they never get caught, pillars of a society that has no conscience. Keep writing. Vince

John Castro May 1, 2011 at 6:51 PM :( this makes me sad but gives me reality thank you:)

Anthony O. Mitchell Jr. May 1, 2011 at 12:02 PM Hey there my friend! Still the same old Smriti Jha I see. Yes, and I still enjoy reading you. Love the depth of this write, and I agree with my friend there ANNE as well as Dr. Ram Mehta.

Anne Rutherford May 1, 2011 at 7:37 AM Profound poem Smriti, done with style.Anne

Dr.Ram Mehta May 1, 2011 at 5:17 AM Very pathetic write on the prostitution, an illegal institution...I agree nobody is a born prostitute, Smriti, keep it up You have a nice flow of emotions in this.