In the middle of the night While most of us sleep She's on the street So her pimp can earn his keep
Tight jeans or short skirts But always high heels She gives her final price To make grown men squeal
Down a dark alley She opens the car door Toys on the seat He throws them to the floor
She pulls out a rubber The last man's smell still on her face She puts his hard cock Into a well traveled place Her mouth Her vagina Her ass
She never made it to algebra Her math skills come from the street One John Two Johns Three Johns Four Fifty for a blow job Anal sex costs a whole lot more
She fucks like a big girl She's often been told She's been in The Life Since she was 11 years old
Raped in her own home By someone she knew HE was so much stronger SHE, a sixth grader no longer
It happened again when she was all of thirteen From that day forward She lost her self esteem
He saw her on a bus one day He bought her a fancy lunch This man's real nice, she thought She liked him a whole bunch
New clothes, long red nails He kept showering her with more Poor little girl had no idea what was in store
He then uttered three words Unlocked her heart with a key I love you He whispered Now do something for me
Have sex with that man And then make him pay This is your new job You'll do it day after day after day night after night after night
Then give me all the money You have no other choice I'll beat the fuck out of you If you ever raise your voice
The police kept arresting her and throwing her in jail Her pimp would just leave her there He'd never help post bail
The cops would demand Who's your pimp, what's his name? She'd never give it up cause it's all just part of "the Game"
At seventeen years old she feels washed up and tired She wants to get out of the Life but she cannot get hired
To do anything other than sucking a man's dick The only thing she knows how to do is turn tricks
People call her A hooker A slut A dirty whore
But she's just a child who, like all of us, dreams of so much more
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Jan 19, 2010 6:21 PM
yum.
Jennifer C
Jan 10, 2010 2:01 PM
What an incredibly powerful poem. You have translated the experience so well and I'm sure that it helps to release some of the emotion that comes with what you see. I have worked with women whose job it was to work the streets or dance at the clubs, being owned by someone or bought by another is not glamorous. The watered down version of their lives is what the general public sees and hears. It is important to find ways to debrief and support yourself after doing what you do. In the capacity of my work with abuse, victimization and other support roles, I found writing about my feelings was necessary in order to continue. Thank you for bringing the issues to the forefront. Please take care of self and continue to be inspired by the people and places you see. For some, turning a blind eye is not an option, what you have taken on is truly appreciated.
kelli glynn
Oct 17, 2009 6:19 PM
Lisa,
Hi! I just wanted to say what a wonderful person you are and it was great to hear you speak in Fargo, ND. I did not know how many issues were out there concerning women and how they are treated .It made me cry a little when you spoke about the yr olds that were forced to marry men 2-3x their age. It's great to hear that your sister is doing well after her ordal in korea. Keep up the great work.
kelli
David
Oct 04, 2009 4:21 PM
wow this is a very striking poem. i think it really captures the brutality and harshness of the situation. thank you lisa
David
Misty
Oct 03, 2009 11:39 PM
I have to admit i kinda cringed at some of the words you wrote but as the poem progressed they became powerful and powerful until i actually felt that girl's pain. So sad. We have so many girls like her in this world and you're rite we call them 'dirty whores' not bothering to peek into their souls. We just see their usd up body on display and think we have the right to judge them. No woman or human being for that matter could enjoy selling their body on the street. Thankyou for sharing this. Its strange but i feel enlightened
be.
Sep 19, 2009 2:50 PM
lisa, you're an amazing and brave person. why are people so ignorant and have the nerve to write something harsh and rude? if you dont appreciate this poem or her. whats the point of reading it in the first place? there is honestly no need for any dislikes. we all came on her site because we know shes doing good in the world. and we should just leave it at that. and if you didnt like her. why are you wasting your time and energy?
Cody
Sep 02, 2009 5:16 AM
You can see that Lisa wrote this in anger for what she has seen. Unapologetically real.
marian poora...
Aug 28, 2009 11:54 AM
Lisa I have loved you for years. resist all negative comments you and your sister have a lot of courage for going places that most people do not even know about. If it were not for people like you these stiries would not have a voice
Julia K
Aug 24, 2009 6:39 PM
Lisa, You are so inspiring. I dream of writing and pursuing a career just as yours. How do I get in touch with you for questions on your amazing accomplishments? Utterly inspiring. The missions you have accomplished drive me to do more with my life. Continue always. Thank you for your inspiration.
Art
Aug 20, 2009 7:16 AM
Great poem. You have really illustrated the harsh realities extremely well. Why is it in America everytime we begin to open up and express ourselves truthfully, do we have one drunken person/poster writing some ridiculous rant. In some ways, our freedoms are being violated by the very people who live in our own country.