I remember being beautiful, men worshipped me, and I was daddy's little girl, teacher's pet, and mama's litle pearl, So long ago, back in the day, and now it all, has gone away, as I inhale it through, my little glass pipe, what happened to, my wonderful life? I stand on the corner, depressed and I, I use to be cute, now here I am, -- a prostitute, just so that I, can reach another high, My life and my dreams, I've kissed good bye, as I stuff john money, into my sock, and later on, I'll buy a rock, and smoke away more of my dreams, I use to be "prom queen", now I'm disrespected, by corner dope fiends. I remember when I was beautiful, and all the boys called me "Cute", now here I am, -- a prostitute. They use to stand at daddy's door, begging to take me on a date, nowdays, they sometimes see me laying in pissy alley ways, filthy and raped. I barely comb my hair, I rarely eat, on my journey to get high, I never sleep, My beautiful smile gone, Because of my missing teeth, My scholarly ambitions, in a wisp of smoke -- gone, and while daddy cries, mother says "where have I gone wrong?" Every one use to say, that I was cute, now here I am, -- a prostitue. I can barely speak, the words I stutter, many nights I sleep, in the gutter, after fucking some john, in the alley's back, so I can eagerly purchase, another bag of crack. The neighborhood boys, all laugh at me, like I'm some kind of joke, and make deals for sex, with promises to give me, a bag of smoke. I fulfill their demands, as part of my soul withers, they love me, leave me, and never deliver. . . I wait to get high, its all I do, here I am. . . A prostitute. Always scouring the street, always on call, underneath the street is where I now sleep, with tears in my eyes, that never fall. . . I remember, when I was cute -- now here I am. . . A Prostitute.
Reason for writing:
I called this poem an urgent read, because I was thinking about how people end up on drugs, especially women. Women tend to use their bodies as vehicles to get money, to get the stuff they need to get high. Say No to DRUGS! :) REspect yourself, your body, your mind, and Your LIFE! You only get one. Much Love, and Peace to you all.
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