Fille de joie

I wrote this one for a girl that I knew. She told me the story of her life and how she became a prostitute. The transition would be from the last part of the story upwards.

Sometimes when you hold me I want to say stop

But the cry of my hungry child

In my mind would always pop up

Sometimes when I crawl under your skin

I am in great disgust

Could you blame me?

My parents sold me to you

And this is the result.

Sometimes when you watch my body on the screen

I feel within me pain and shame

A nameless monster you are who likes playing a game

Could it be true?

My parents are in my back forcing me to show it to you.

Sometimes when you put force on my legs

I want to shout

but only tears would fall out

You're my father

but my innocence you slaughter

Now I know I will never be the same daughter

Sometimes I look at the other children going to school

I feel jealous

"Mother, let me go too."

She said we only have money for eating

Don't be selfish.

Author's Note

I just want everyone to know the other side of the story. I hope you will all like it.

Reviews

[Mr confido]

I love it, I truly feel the emotions all around this poem... perfect....

[Mr.Writer]

The feeling of this poem is so tense and deep... that It'll make the readers feel for the woman who's bearing with this...
So many emotions all around the poem...
Very well done :)

[CAPOLAVORO]

Thank you so much. :) I am very happy you felt the emotion of this one.

[Glen Weimann]

Wow. I don't "like" this at all. You paint a sadly real situation very skilfully and evocatively. Good work!

[CAPOLAVORO]

Thank you so much. :) Glad you like it.

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This take us to very dark places. Parents who sell own child to became prostitute. Attidute man forward to prostitute is realy something horrible. They think for money they can get anything. How low and stupid. I hope this person from poem is save now.

[CAPOLAVORO]

So true. Parents should be the first to support children to reach a good future. So sad some would be the one to push their own children to hell. Thank you for reading.

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Yes is great poem. Is very good you make this one.

[Nicholas Shea]

This is heartbreaking. A beautiful write though. You have done a marvelous job putting the reader in her shoes. A lot of people think of sex trafficking as mob/gang run issue.. I don't think people truly realize how truly close to home it can be, and what it really means for the victims.

I hope this piece gets more attention.

[CAPOLAVORO]

Sex trafficking is indeed a social issue that until now deserves to be taken an action not only by those professional individuals or individuals who could pay a psychological treatment. This issue is mainly attached to poverty. Poverty of love and poverty of money.

[wordman]

this seems to be more rampant than one thinks,destroyed lives,will she ever forgive her self,her parents,will she live down the shame

[CAPOLAVORO]

Yes, very rampant indeed specially for those underdeveloped countries where abused is somewhat considered to be a part of life as it is usual.

[Coyote Poetry]

A very sad story written in the poem. Some places. Children cannot be children. This is very sad. Thank you my friend for sharing the powerful words and thoughts.
Coyote

[CAPOLAVORO]

You are very much welcome Cayote and thank you so much for your time. :)

[Coyote Poetry]

I enjoyed this one and you are welcome.

[Sikandar Khan]

Dark Theme With Reality........

[CAPOLAVORO]

Thank you so much Sk.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Indeed a sad tale and one we all cannot see as we strive to buy our new iPhones. The was she reflects back in time was to a degree successful as it gives just that impression as she is in the present with her child thinking back to how she arrived at that equally place.

[CAPOLAVORO]

Thank you so much for appreciating the tale. This does reflect reality in a lot of ways. :)

[Poeticme]

WOW!!!, You render me speechless. Thanks for sharing this very sad truth. But as far as poetry this is wonderfully penned

Poeticme

[CAPOLAVORO]

Thank you so much. :)