Red Light

 

Where's the woman
Who likes to sing for the boys

She stands beneath lamp posts
On city streets,
Wishing the rain away.

She likes the work but hates the business.

And sadly,
No one showed her any other way

She showers at midnight
In the gloom,
Under Starlight.
It's the mundane
inane lifestyle she hates.

But everyone's prejudices
Bounce off her diamond clad skin
Crying out in the nighttime
Like hyenas upon a fresh kill.

She is manifest hell-town
Glowing, without arms
To cover her breasts
In the midnight.

Reviews

[J. Swaney]

The oldest business in the world. It's a great piece. Who was it that said prostitutes aren't hired for the sex but for the right to send them away after the sex ? Thanks for You Review of Writers block!

JS

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[Tai Chi Italy]

A sad scene here, repeated all over the world, but she provides a service and they provide her needs, both physically and financially, from what I gather from this poem of the night Scriptor! Nicely described, even if it is not a nice subject. Smiling at you, Tai