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Streetwalker's Song

We stand on corners or walk in packs
No future ahead, just the wind at our backs

We are children of asphalt, supple and young
We give you love where you can find none

Steal from our bodies and take from our lives
And then go home to your children and wives

Author notes

I've always been fascinated by prostitution for some reason. I feel the prostitutes themselves should not be critisized but the world that makes them.
Written December 22nd, 2004

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  • Jennifer
    February 5, 2005
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    Gritty and truthful...it hurts like gravel in a scraped knee...I enjoyed it and think that the use of rhyme was an effective use of poetic device in this instance. I am glad that you decided to keep it short, I think the impact is greater.


  • Xx Alice xX
    December 29, 2004
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    This write is about more than protitutes. Now with the net, there are so many women of all ages, giving their love in return they get heartache. I am sure online romance has lead many to the life style of prostitution. Figuring why give it.

  • Kiku
    December 23, 2004
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    Great write and nice message. Well done!

    Go You!
    Mattea


  • Trapped Rage
    December 22, 2004
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    Nice

    Hey, I understand what you're saying. I feel the same way. Most who become prostitutes, do it because it is their only option. Great piece. -Amanda