A Prostitute - Poem by Florida Angel
Young, heart broken,
Free giving, her soul to life,
Free receiving, life into her soul.
Her song ready,
Her pictures posted,
Young, beautiful, offered.
A prostitute she is called.
Called for service, paid with a fee.
A human, a woman, young and ready.
Life’s opportunity opened up.
Her way to destruction, maybe, interrupted.
An umbrella of opportunities opened up by a mistake.
By the error of a man who offered to pay and take.
We judge by what we see,
We judge by what we hear,
We elected hypocrisy.
Will we help to destroy a girl,
Will we help to save a soul?
Humans together, Humans infused...
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