Dee Daffodil

A Streetwalker Named Desire- (Part 1) - Poem by Dee Daffodil

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

Comments about A Streetwalker Named Desire- (Part 1) by Dee Daffodil

  • (11/30/2008 2:08:00 AM)

    What a poem. Very Intiguing as well as so touching. Stark reality of a sex worker! You have depicted her plight so well.
    Good Read...
    I am inspired to write one on the same topic.
    Love -
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  • (8/8/2008 11:38:00 AM)

    this is really touching, full of compassion and empathy. i will read the others next time,10 (Report) Reply

  • Ershad Mazumder (8/6/2008 8:33:00 PM)

    Dear D, after a long time I read such a beautifull and touchy piece. I say it is poetry.Thanks a lot for sharing. (Report) Reply

  • (5/3/2008 1:57:00 PM)

    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? (Report) Reply

  • (2/26/2008 9:05:00 PM)

    Thankyou so much for providing insight into the matters of prostitution. (Report) Reply

  • (2/28/2007 7:42:00 PM)

    Dee, this is indeed a sad reality; good people are often without guidance. Nice work. (Report) Reply

  • (2/28/2007 4:40:00 PM)

    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.
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  • (1/23/2007 2:40:00 PM)

    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 (Report) Reply

  • (1/22/2007 8:11:00 AM)

    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 (Report) Reply

  • Melvina Germain (1/21/2007 3:28:00 AM)

    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--- (Report) Reply

  • (9/21/2006 7:22:00 AM)

    Excellent write Dee. This is a great poem. What a message. Take care. (Report) Reply

  • (8/18/2006 3:21:00 AM)

    Opening stanza gripped my attention I was impressed by your compassion and non judgemental stance ivor (Report) Reply

  • (8/12/2006 8:14:00 PM)

    A very intrigueing read. Dirty words-ALL RIGHT! At least we know this poem isn't rated G. Good poem Dee.
    God bless all poets-MJG.
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  • (8/11/2006 2:29:00 AM)

    Very interesting topic written with compassion. I particularly liked the last verse. love, Allie xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx (Report) Reply

  • (7/31/2006 8:50:00 AM)

    It's so sad...I think I'm about to cry. I love it. Can't wait for Part 2!
    Rock on!
    Eni da Kid (my nickname)
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  • (7/3/2006 1:53:00 AM)

    Well Dee Darling, nice read, Ya a lot of that in Amsterdam we see it everyday, part of life, sounds like you drive by the same girl? Kiss dave very good xxx (Report) Reply

  • (7/3/2006 12:56:00 AM)

    Women tend to be condemned and scorned in such circumstances, but they are only doing what the men want and often out of desperation. No one aspires to live this way. It is dangerous, dehumanizing, and sad. You have captured the women's anguish well. I have already read part 2 and will comment there. (Report) Reply

  • Brian Dorn (6/30/2006 3:17:00 PM)

    Dee, unaware of their circumstances, we tend to judge people. Nice job of expanding the story beyond the streets and humanizing the character. Well done!
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  • (6/28/2006 8:27:00 AM)

    A compelling narrative Dee, raw and edgy - I await part two...Warmest wishes, Justine. (Report) Reply

  • (6/26/2006 10:26:00 PM)

    Liked your short, fast rhymes in this. Looking forward to part 2. -chuck (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, June 23, 2006

Poem Edited: Monday, August 9, 2010

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