A Streetwalker Named Desire- (Part 1) Poem by Dee Daffodil
A Streetwalker Named Desire- (Part 1)
She stood on the corner
Of Life and Pain
Trying hard to ignore
The driving rain
Her life was a shambles
Her life was a wreck
She subconsciously rubbed
The gold chain on her neck
She wore red stilettos
She wore a short dress
How in hell had she fallen
Into this sad mess
She was trying her best
To do what was right
She had two kids at home
On the wretched wet night
Her angels, her babies
Her pride and her joy
No father in sight
For her girl and her boy
She left them with sitters
She left them alone
They knew how to find her
By only cell phone
She had bills to pay
And mouths to feed
Her life on the street
Was not due to greed
She hated herself
Hated what she was doing
Wrestled her conscience
And kept right on going
As she strolled back and forth
On the corner that night
She began to think
She was losing the fight
Not many cars out
For a Friday night
But soon a blue Camry
Pulled into sight
The window rolled down
Her head started to throb.
'How much, Love...
For a little Blow Job? '
To be continued...
By Dee Daffodil June 23/06
To be forced by poverty in such a situation is tragic and destructive, and a poor reflection on those who have the power to alleviate the situation. An issue that needs constant highlighting until action is taken. Valuable work Dee. xx jim
A dreadful situation but you write it with compassion, you can see this from the girl's point of view, not from a 'holier than thou' point of view! Very good work. HG: -) xx
It's such a sad situation, I see these girls quite often and sometimes only one a dark lonely street, all dressed up in short skirts, high heels, red lips etc. with a smile on their faces, while they hurt terribly inside at what they do for a living, some to support their children and others to support a drug habit. I always feel I would like to take one home and help her get back on track, then my thoughts come back to reality. Excellent poem, spot on, all we can do for now is pray for these girls and guys.---Melvina---
Excellent write Dee. This is a great poem. What a message. Take care.
this is really touching, full of compassion and empathy. i will read the others next time,10
Dear D, after a long time I read such a beautifull and touchy piece. I say it is poetry.Thanks a lot for sharing.
This is a very interesting text. I like it plenty. Would you say that the title, an alteration on Williams's epic play has something to do with the content of what you're saying in your poem? Do you see Blanche as a prostitute perhaps?
Thankyou so much for providing insight into the matters of prostitution.
Dee, this is indeed a sad reality; good people are often without guidance. Nice work.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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12/5/2025 12:49:02 AM # 1.0.0
Dee, you have brought real character to this person. She is in a sad position of which many people frown on. Here you have brought out the other side of this woman of the street, something a lot of others don't. It is not easy to get inside a person and bring out their feeling. You have done that here though. A great job of writing, powerful, sad, but brilliant. Thanks for sharing it. David