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Never mind statutory, again
I'm not talking about young lovers...
This is serious stuff... It's PAIN
To be endured over and over...
Endured again and again, so that
The pimp who owns you profits...
Battered, bruised and diseased, you know
His concern's the money he gets.
Five times a night, ten times a night,
He thinks that more is always better.
He has no concern for your plight
And doesn't care for your sore sphincter...
Then you're no longer a novelty,
His regulars clamor for "fresh meat."
He'll sell you as "good quality"
And buy a younger girl as a treat...
So now you'll be starting over,
Same old story, but with new faces.
Rape follows rape... There's no lover
To charm you with his good graces...
After five years of prostitution,
You've learned from the back of the hand
That the money is what matters
And there's no such thing as a good man
You've been through seven abortions
And you know it'll happen again..
It's part of the degradation
When you're used and abused by men
It's birth control where you come from-
Common practice in your line of work,
Where you'll seldom see a condom
And "the pill" is something you can't afford...
You've become older and wiser
You know that you've earned plenty
You can't help it that your pimp's a miser
But what will you do when you turn twenty?
Karl Stuart Kline
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Friday, December 08, 2006 |
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Saturday, December 04, 2010 |
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Comments about this poem ((2.4) Rape for Hire
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Karl Stuart Kline
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The poet known as kiibaati (12/9/2006 12:03:00 AM)
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Gripping stuff...You treated the subject with an impressive approach. And I like the climatic ending.
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