I peak through the little hole
I cut on the dingy wall
See the tiny beam of light
I think it’s called daylight
Little I know the sun
The warmth it renders
In someone’s life
For I know not of its existence
Or if I’ll ever get to see
I wait everyday
Holding my breathless breath
For a shooting star
To make a wish
May it bring with it
The dreaded warmth
Of cold death
Never saw that star
It seems I’ve been waiting forever
Now even the light is fading its colors
As the darkness of the prowling night is getting darker
That brings with it the hidden fear
He is here, I can hear
The coarse voice loud and clear
Even from far
As I’m use to the knocking sound
Of his cowboy boots he wears
He is my pimp, my unwanted ruthless master
It’s getting closer and closer
I’m shaking with fear
For I know it’s my time to share
My frail body with a customer
Ssshhh! Do not say word
I’m about to be laid
My masked consumer has paid
Measly bucks to provide
Food on pimp’s table
And roof on his head
The creaky door is opened
The monster has entered
It will be quick
The clock goes by the hour, every hour
My fancy clothes are taken off
All the make-up is wiped off
My skeletal face
Until the next one arrives
And I start my next nightly shift
The drunks, thin and fat
The tall and the short
All forms and shapes
All castes and creed
I’ve been laid
By every kind of breed
None of them is different
All of them have one thing in common
Me, laying on the bed
Naked cold and living dead
Ask me not of my age
Who am I in a cage
Neither ask my height
Nor my weight
I’m plush and fleshy
As I’m being fed
Square meals I need
To grow just right
To be sold in the meat market
Every single night
Non-stop every night
I work hard, hardly get paid
Against all my tricks I’ve mastered
I know it all
To fake it all
Be it plastering a smile
Or talking dirty over a strip poker game
As for them, I’m not a human
But only a robot that comes
With already fed instructions
I don’t have any religion
Doesn’t matter I’m a girl or a boy
I don’t even remember my nationality
I was bought and sold for pennies
Again, again and yet again
And will be against my will
Every single night after night
Until I am lying dead
On the silks of my bed
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deep
this is such a great poem! i love it! its really deep! better than my poems put together! keep up the great work! -
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Thanks Whispers!
Thanks for stopping by & I really appreciate you taking time to read it and understand it. It's painful, but it happens more than we realize. I've read your poems and I absolutely not agree with you regarding your comments, because your poems are heartfelt from the core. Thanks again for the applaud and sweet encouragement. Take Care!
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deep
this is such a great poem! i love it! its really deep! better than my poems put together! keep up the great work!
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Strong poem
Very strong poem... I can feel the angst that this character feels. I can see the degredation in this person's heart. The language was very good and strong. Very well done. -
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Thanks Hickshoney!
Thanks hun for taking time to read my poem. I'm glad you can feel the character and understand the pain and degradation she feel within. It's a true story that happens but only behind closed doors. Thanks again for your wonderful comment & encouragement. Take Care.
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wow...pretty good
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Thanks for your time!
Thank you so much for your time you spent on reading my poem. I really appreciate your encouragement and applause. ONce again thanks!
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