Mish Mash of Poems

Just a Whore

 

Just a whore
is what she is
that's what they call her
a whore with a pretty face
when you see her
you will stop and stare.

Jet black hair
full red lips
porcelain skin.

If you care to look
into her eyes
you will see pain
the tears
the years of hurt and regret.

Her Mother didn't love her
she had no time
for her petty needs
her endless questions.

Sold her to a man
who wore a cheap suit
and a fat wallet.

He took her in
dressed her pretty
sparkles and glitter
he claimed his prize
she cried in the night
from the pain, he gave her
she was only eleven
already a woman.

We don't see what's inside
the pain, that she hides
we just see a whore
a beautiful creature of the night.

Their are so many of them
around the world
we stay away
we are better than them
we don't care.

They sell their bodies
for food
for shelter
for warmth
even for love.

Some do it
for their habit
their addiction
but before you judge
ask yourself
how did she become this
who made her into this.

Walk a day
in her shoes
then come back
and tell me
She's just a whore.