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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Tony Testest...
Oct 02, 2008 6:26 AM
A masterpiece! You should submit this to The New Yorker for publication, or maybe Readers Digest. They like poems about cocks, anal sex and such.
Sep 02, 2008 2:13 AM
wow! i hope to read more poems from you soon!
Leah-Jean Ca...
Aug 31, 2008 1:24 PM
i love this poem.
Amsterdam
Aug 21, 2008 5:34 PM
Hi Lisa,
I think your poem has reached the core of child prostitution. It shouldn't seem nicer or less raw. It's real and it's happening, and by being honest, you put it out there, the truth!
Jul 21, 2008 10:19 AM
thanks. thank you for being straightforward.thank you for the eye opening.we need not words for change but commitment, action, prayers, and faith in God. through your works, more people will be educated.more people will be inspired. may your heart be always on fire to see life.
C
Jun 23, 2008 10:21 PM
Wow - i had to write - watched the doc again on child trafficking in India - i love the "rawness" of your poem....I I will be in touch - grreat work as always but I want us do more.
ss
Jun 03, 2008 1:22 AM
its so disgusting.not the poem but the feeling it leaves on your skin. trust me, I would know.I'm out now. but thousands are not. poem just reflects the truth.for those who will never know what its like. don't judge.don't pity. just help them... xo
May 31, 2008 1:24 PM
Lisa, It is no surprise that you are as excellent a poet as you are a writer of people's stories. I'd love to see a collection of your poems someday, I'd definitely want to own it, you are so inspirational! Thanks for all you do, for all you are, for all you show and teach us. Take care. Yours In Kindness & Gratitude, Lin S. Goodman
Apr 21, 2008 5:28 PM
yuk ....... wow reality sucks for some, sad
thank you for using real language, it surely gets the point across vividly
on a happy note ... NICE LISA !!!! great job ^_^
Apr 13, 2008 2:35 AM
It is a good poem. Remember though, you could say a lot more by saying less. Take Shakespeare for example. But I also understand that the truth is not always pretty. Thanks for illustrating that.
