Cast out because you lack “virtue,” old ladies in the Bible were ready to hurt you. But who knows what you have been through; kidnapped, raped, and no home to go to. And one night as the sun withdrew, he approached in a suit…blue; saying he'd Love and take care of you. And these words, were so sweet they had to be true, so they stuck to your heart quicker than super glue. And now your stuck…working a nine to five; not during the day, but the hours when the sun doesn’t shine. And no man calls you “mine,” you’re just his “dime,” the one who he calls when its time to absorb his slime. Filling your body with his pollution… will there ever be a resolution…to this problem of prostitution?
-Dr. Thomas
Donee: Nick Slater
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"The Post-Pubertal Perils of Pretty Property"
ReplyDelete- this was an old English essay title of mine that this poem made me recall...I liked it!
Nick Slater
ReplyDeleteExcellent job Dr Thomas...you have a talent