Ana Podarevska

Rookie (Kherson, Ukraine)

Ex-Whore - Poem by Ana Podarevska

I'm a miserably predictable
Broken, sticked-up doll.
My dress is torn, my hair matted
And one arm dangles at my side.
My wounded pride, my wounded pride.
I used to be pretty, you know
Before I got so old, before I became disposable.
They used to look at me and smile
I was theirs for a while.
My wounded pride, my wounded pride.
Too old for the job,
No one pays to keep a rag.
I'm a doll, a broken doll,
Wishing I didn't fall.


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  • Rookie Pat Diaz (4/23/2008 10:23:00 AM)

    Its a sad poem but tat true tat always happen (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, December 4, 2006

Poem Edited: Friday, December 3, 2010


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