Treasure Island

Tim caffery

(02/09/1978 / San Fernando Valley, Los Angeles, CA)

Prostitute


Do we call them whores who walk the street
Or dirty hoes with dirty feet
Selling sex for crumbled paper
Find no fault when monsters rape her
Rationalize the way men treat her
Think it justice when vultures beat her
Define it science the ways she tempts
When she's murdered who laments
Do we seek to lock her away
Pay for prisons to keep her at bay
Confine her witchery in a cell
Pray that men don't kiss and tell
Veil the shame call it a trick
Slaughter the ***sy pamper the ***k
The sense we make of twisted piety
Shows* scars upon a violent society
Who can bow to say 'I love her'
She's either a daughter or a mother
Defeated or angry she is our reflection
When we look inside she'll find affection
For she's not the raper, beater or murderer
That profits from that no one's heard of her
If that line becomes an expanse we can't cross
Daughters and Mothers are what's really lost.


*Changed from:
[Leaves scars upon a violent society-Original-2.28.10]

Submitted: Thursday, February 25, 2010
Edited: Sunday, February 28, 2010

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