Francie Lynch
Francie Lynch
Apr 8, 2015

What is the difference,
Asked the educator,
Between being skillful,
Such as a prostitute,
And being educated,
Such as a teacher?


Well, replied a prostitue,
One educates skillfully,
The other skillfully educates.


Which is which?
The educator responded.

Depends, said the prostitute,
On the pay and benefits.

Karma
Karma
Jun 16, 2014

I do not have a virgin heart..
It's been fucked with,
And torn apart..
My heart is a prostitute,
Getting payed with love-filled lies.
My Virgin body isn't yet caught up.
I gave all that was inside of me,
Trying to protect what I was born with,
My cleanliness, my virginity,
My purity..
My virgin body is white, pure, clean.
But my heart is black, broken, dead..
Waiting to be revived.
So please, revive my heart..
But don't take my body..

. xxx .
#broken   #heart   #black   #white   #body   #colors   #purity   #prostitute   #virgin   #clean  
Trey Evans
Trey Evans
Nov 14, 2014

“By any means necessary”
Words of encouragement to my self-depreciated soul

Pure happiness coming at a premium
The outside world strips me; making me its whore

Strange lips and unfamiliar hands cradle me
Satisfaction in this sense is only temporary

Criticism coming from every direction
Questioning whether my lifestyle is necessary

I’ve never enjoyed my naked predicament
However, it’s my only productive option

Allowing simpletons to simply have their way
Faking pleasure, keeping my pain locked in

After so much abuse, I try to be a man
Clothing myself again, sucking up the tears

The world has other ideas
Unleashing every one of my fears

Again, cold and abandoned
I find myself back at square one

Becoming a slave to the world
Just another form of prostitution

written 1/2/13
TheLonely
TheLonely
Sep 30, 2015

Lowered head, into open lap
Thats what you came for tonight
A wet kiss, with your deep release
Thats what you paid for tonight

Smeared makeup, untamed hair
Each man gets to abuse you
Lack of self respect, more shame
All because you choose to

Mommy's attitude, daddy's regret
These are your reasons why
Naked dates, drugs and alcohol
And you just want to cry

Could've done anything, everything
But the money's fast
Fake love, and real pain
And her smile is glass

#love   #broken   #sad   #hate   #whore   #pain   #cry   #daddy   #prostitute   #nasty  
Steph Dionisio
Steph Dionisio
Dec 2, 2015

I have found myself related to Gomer;
yes, I am also a hustler.
She had relationships with different men,
while I engaged myself with my own selfish plans.
She slept with them for so many nights,
while I slept with selfless thoughts, unaware it wasn't right.
She had correlation thinking it was alright,
while I linked myself with faulty motives and to it I delight.
We were hooker in our different ways.
Unrighteous deeds we both had praised.
It corrupted her mind and body,
while it made me a prostitute spiritually.
In the midst of my unfaithfulness and cruelness,
I have found love and forgiveness.
For love came down and bought me with a price,
showed me the beautiful meaning of sacrifice.
The blood of the lamb cleansed and restored my impure soul.
An enough reason that makes me whole.

-Steph Dionisio, December 02, 2015

Inspired by the book of Hosea in the Bible.

My heels were well acquainted with the corner of desperate and pathetic  

On an avenue very few roamed

My red lips seduced the night away like it would be the last

My hair was easily comparable to the midnight sky

Bruises matching my vibrant eyeshadow

Skin as pale as the moon

My love just something all the married men wanted to borrow

Until the night a 1967 black, Chevy impala pulled up to my side

A young man just out of secondary

With blue jeans and a blazer

He asked what I was doing all alone

"Giving my soul" I replied

Cigarette in hand

"I'll pay for your company" is what he said.

And so he did

He never begged or pleaded for my affection and lust

But he'd pay a thousand just to hear the words fall from my tongue

He plucked me from the streets of New York

Reading parables to me

Since I was illiterate myself

He was only eighteen

Inherited a mother load

I guess he hadn't ever had a real friend

Or a reasonable source to spend his currency

I saw myself in his emerald orbs

He just wanted someone to care

Care for something other than the amount of money he had in his pocket

That, I could comprehend

-a.g

Staring at her reflection in the mirror, not thinking anything and just staring. A few minutes later she took a deep breath and opened the drawer. Took out a box and observed it for quite long.
She took out a blood red lip color and began to apply. While applying the lipstick she remembered how exciting was dressing up was to her when she was a child. This red color was much brighter to her than now. These bangles were much more fascinating than what they are now. She recalled the days when she use to stole her mother's makeup kit, She recalled how her mother used to beat up as if she had commit any sin.
Her eyes were much sparkling when she was a little kid, Now even the coal pencil cannot bring that shine again.
She stood up without any emotions, She was as blank as a white paper.
The beautiful red lehnga with golden embroidery suits her perfectly, Her long black hair and wide eyes compliments her outfit completely. Oh how beautiful she looks but something is missing. There is no happiness on the face of the girl who always loved to look pretty. She was living the nightmare of every girl of her age. How ominous her life is she wondered, with this thought tear rolled down.
Took a deep breathe and controlled her emotions. Wore her dupatta and came to a room, Decorated with roses and candles and bloom.
It was perfectly decorated like every girl fascinates. But for her this was nothing of value her it is reflected by her face. This room was decorated for her like this everyday, someone awaits for her in the room everyday.
Nights haunt her, moon scares her. Men frightens her. Now she knows why her mother used to stop her whenever she said she wants be like her, Now she knows why her mother cried whenever she hugged her.  
These bangles are fetters to her, All the colours are not so happy for her. Her innocence is lost somewhere, she don't even remember when she laughed last without faking.
She is like a body without soul. She is like a night with no moon.

Autumn Ann
Autumn Ann
Mar 28, 2014

Just because it has a heartbeat
Doesn't mean you can fuck it.
K? K.

I think you need to get a new hobby  that doesn't involve penises.

I don't know why
Everyone keeps lecturing me
About choosing
A Life of Prostituion.
Everyone I went to School with
Became a fucking Sell-Out.
For example,
Marianne works for a Public Relations Firm
That tries to convince
The residents of Colorado
That Hydrofracking
Doesn't cause any Environmental Damage.
Bullshit!
I know that the Groundwater in this State
Is being poisoned,
And that people in India
Can't even grow cactus
In their yards
Due to a drought,
Caused by the burning of Fossil Fuels
And Global Warming.
I'm not THAT dumb!
As for me,
I don't own a car,
And don't need one,
Because I don't do outcalls.
It's much safer
And less wasteful of gas
To have sex with men
In a room designated for that purpose
In my own home.
I only go out to exercise
And for groceries.
Other than that,
I order just about everything I need
Online.
Another friend,
Suzanne,
Drifted off into Right Field,
And is working for the Campaign
Of Donald Trump,
Who everyone knows to be
A Fucking Fraud.
I don't get into politics
I sell my body every day,
But I refuse to sell my soul!
Then, my friend,  Felicia
Supposedly found a "respectable husband".....
A "caring man",
With a Good Job,
As a Defense Attorney.
Then,
One day,
I got a call from Felicia in the Hospital.
Her "wonderful  husband"
Punched her with a Right Hook,
And broke her Jaw.
Felicia didn't want to press charges
Against him
Because she was afraid
She'd get thrown out
Of her Home in Highlands Ranch,
And that she'd lose custody of the kids
Because of a brief fling she had
With the Butler.
Hey,
If any of my clients
Tried to throw a punch at me,
I'll  kill them first.
I might not have a College Degree,
But I studied Karate,
Judo,
And Jujitsu
At the Local Rec Center.
However,
If they're "good boys"
I know how to give them each
Good Sex
Because I practice all my Yoga Postures
Every day.
So, please don't lecture me
About my Lifestyle,
And the way I pay my bills.
I never
Go into debt.
If I lived according
To your "values",
I'd be completely ashamed
Of myself.
I'd really FEEL
Like a filthy whore!

Composed at the Byers Branch of the Denver Public Library in the Santa Fe Drive Arts District.
 
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