Kelly Zion

Rookie - 186 Points (11/27/1994)

Hooker's Halloween - Poem by Kelly Zion

'Hookers wear wigs to make themselves beautiful
I saw a hooker today wearing a blue wig
Do hookers celebrate Halloween?
It is a hooker kind of day.'

'Do you know she was a hooker?
Did you stop and talk to her?
Maybe she just thought the wig looked beautiful
some people like to be beautiful every day

(and not everybody celebrates halloween.')

'I know she was a hooker because of what she wore
only a hooker would dress up to walk in the dark
I know she was a hooker, why should I ask more?
I know she was a hooker, or at least a whore.

What else could she have been dressed that way for? '

'Maybe she wasn't a hooker after all
maybe she was just coming back from her job
did you stop and ask her who she was?
Did you stop and stroke your hand on her wrist?

Did you look into her eyes and ask her if...

'She was hurting or hiding something inside;
if you let go of her would she run away and die;
ask her if every day she has to live in a disguise;
tell her you'd hold her if she wanted to cry;

ask her if she wanted you to walk by her side?


you know people in pain celebrate days
when they can hide away
But that doesn't mean a thing
you still don't know who she is


(and by the way, I don't celebrate halloween.')

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Poem Submitted: Friday, October 18, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, October 22, 2013


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