Prostituting Poems - Poems about Prostituting

...AN ILL-FATED ADDRESS Being on holiday in Athens was truly the best 21st present my parents could have given me, stayed with my granddad, felt great, I traveled on my own, no more an adolescent.......

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...What would this city be like If no one dies tonight? If bullets stop flying? If innocent lives weren’t dying? Because these streets are like a war zone And one night you just might not make it ......

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...The Cost of Nigeria governance I remember the crys of the youth I remember the agony of our sisters I remember how we die so young I remember the poverty on our streets I remember yes I r......

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...Life is not a nursery rhyme Once upon a time, not too long ago Children were safe wherever they go Playing and skipping ‘til way after dark Dancing and singing in the play park Ring-a-ring-a-r......

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...“Stop! Turn around! Withdraw from the war, Choose another path to turn”, Were the words I thought when I looked in her eyes, And all I saw was her burn, From long lonely years of hurt, tears ......

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...Hollow whore’s are they that trample over the innocent, Grabbing for power like only the unworthy would, Prostituting for perks because they’re willing to get ed, ......................So I used t......

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...Regrets Regrets bleeding into an endless ocean, I discover myself falling through infinity. Grasping, unconsciously, the reality of the world. Icy air warms my skin. I’ve never felt more ali......

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...The hearts of white men are silently fuming The spirits of angry widows steadily grow bitter The bosoms of weeping mothers open wide While the relics of the past kept washing upon our shores.......

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...It just goes to show that you don’t know what you are talking about. You log on each and every day to the world.wide.web thinking that you have a clue as to what is going on on this planet. All the......

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...How can one man find More faith in a crevasse of Siula Grande, Than most will ever know, Sitting beneath a pulpit on Sunday? Dulling the truth to grow the census, Merchants and cowards comfort......

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...I am imperfect, In every bit of the word, Not capable of anything right, Trying so hard to be good, Or at least what the society terms as good, Forgetting who I am, Prostituting my integrity, Self wo......

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...Molested the first fifteen years of my life. My mother remained silent the whole time. As the molesting continued all those years. Forced to live a pretend life all my childhood. Beaten and punished ......

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...Blame me for the road l° took Yes, you saw me walk through it But what else do you know A choice l° made while both eyes Suffered from glychoma But, l° did stare as far as l° could It is......

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...1.Fill me up, I am always lacking. Consumption, the name of the game. The hunger devours the horse, fattens me to the core. I'm about to burst... Always empty, yet full of loveless fear. 2......

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...Life has been a story of much to tell. Full of misery and pain, as if someone had cast a spell. It's been so many tears, and so many worries. Will life ever be filled with glory? Bang, bang, from......

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