Young, heart broken,
Free giving, her soul to life,
Free receiving, life into her soul.
Her song ready,
Her pictures posted,
Young, beautiful, offered.
A prostitute she is called.
Called for service, paid with a fee.
A human, a woman, young and ready.
Life’s opportunity opened up.
Her way to destruction, maybe, interrupted.
An umbrella of opportunities opened up by a mistake.
By the error of a man who offered to pay and take.
We judge by what we see,
We judge by what we hear,
We elected hypocrisy.
Will we help to destroy a girl,
Will we help to save a soul?
Humans together, Humans infused...
..A Prostitute.
beautiful brave idea.. thank you and thank great pen.. yours.. hazem
sometimes prostitution is the holiest job ever.........depend on how you looks at it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We are all prostitutes in some way or another... whos hasn't compromised their integrity at one tome or another. We have all been used for anothers profit! ! ! Thanks for the thoughts... thanks for the heart! ! ! !