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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John G
Aug 28, 2010 10:55 AM
Lisa: Your poem made me think all day. I wrote this in response... hope you don't mind...
Drawn by the fragrant hyacinth, See the blossom torn from the vine, Soft petals turning brittle, How many frantic wandering bees?
John
Aug 27, 2010 11:09 AM
Lisa: You are doing a great job. It's hard to read this kind of poetry, but it does raise the consciousness and make you think. So, what's the solution to this? I'm glad you are thinking about and working on behalf of children. Stick with it....
PnkSugr
May 18, 2010 2:12 PM
Amazing! Great use of words to elucidate this horrible topic!
john
Apr 29, 2010 12:05 PM
Every forty seconds a child is reported missing in the U.S. Thats 2,160 per day! every day! Thats 788,400 every year! I have tried for almost 10 years to get some one or agency to bring this to the attention of the public. From Oprah to abc, nbc, cbs, fox ect. on top of the 788,400 reported, there are another estimated 500,000 that go unreported! I hope and pray that you might look into this. It's a sad and ugly bloche on our country..........sincerely, john
Ryan
Apr 12, 2010 3:39 PM
As a young reader (only at the age of thirteen) your poems really hit peoples emotions. Lisa, I wish I could possess your gift. The way you shatter hope across foreign lands, and even in our own, is fantasizing to me. I look up to you, not only as a journalist, but as a hero for the voices of people who matter.
Thank you SO much for EVERYTHING! -Ryan Sullivan
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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