On the wild side, she lives,
no love in her heart to give.
She walks the streets of Calgary.
Eyes protrude with deep dark circles,
cheeks red, with the look of fire.
Lips missed with cherry red lipstick.
Vampirelike finger nails, glow.
She walks uncertain, in a daze,
tripping over her feet, and wondering.
Where am I? Where am I?
In paranoid state, she makes a
full turn every now and then. The look
of fear upon her face, she yells,
are you following me?
Are you? are you following me?
Away she goes into the night.
No one to talk to, no one to fight.
Wanting to find a man who will treat
her right, if only for a moment,
or a lustful night.
Her dignity was lost, long, long ago.
A beauty she was, before using the snow.
Ravaged, used and abused.
Now discarded like trash can refuse.
What will it take to turn her around, to bring
her back and show her the good side of town.
It may be too late for this cow town girl.
Remember her story and tell the world.
Written: August 15,2006
A stunning write, Melvina... a real eye-opener. Tragic, but well done! Brian
Wise words encapsulated in this lesson of life. I wonder what really motivates the choices we make. Fine job :) Best wishes. Jack.
'Wanting to find a man who will treat her right, if only for a moment, or a lustful night.' Well said.
Yes tell the world, the world is responsible but they'll never take the blame. Another one bites the dust. but according to society's rules, they wash their hands clean and say she got what she deserved. Is this what Jesus meant when he said 'pick up your crosses and follow me? '
'Ravaged, used and abused. Now discarded like trash can refuse' - pathetic, but true!
They also work from discreet offices claiming to be 'escorts, for time only'these are what I call the sophisticated pro's, they charge a fortune and live the life of riley, only doing business from the best hotels in town and driving the best cars and eat from the best restaurants. Great truths in this poem Mel. Well done.
Awesome write! I've encountered many prostitutes in my time, and nearly all would tell you that they aren't on the sreet just for the money. I would estimate that 99.9% are hooked on crack, etc. Thanks for writing about this and bringing it to light. Hugs, Dee
A sad story, one which most likey is walking around tonight.Moyax
That was good! ! You write with exquisite imagery and descriptions! Keep writing!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
You've done well, expressing the lost aspect of this woman, her small wish for decent treatment, more... The second stanza is particularly real, I think.