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HOOKER: part 1

Contributed by AmaNdAsHepArd on Wednesday, 28th April 2004 @ 10:39:38 AM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry

standing at the conner looking all around
looking at what she has become
and what she holds inside
all the secrets of her family
her fathers betrall
her mothers beatings
and her sisters dieing
everyone tought they had the perfect life
you see
untill the black and blues came clear
and the secrets came untold
her father sits in awe at the pub drinking till he cant move
mother sits at home awaiting her nightly beating
but one night you see
her oldest child stepped in between
and with one blow and two swift kicks
her first born child was swimming in sin
drowing in a puddle of blood
that her own father created
for her to live
now father sits at home everynight drinking till morning
untill he can sleep
mother sits crying up in her room
and i am the punching bag the money maker for doom
so i get out on the corner each night reeking with sin
and slutty atire
with the skirt cut too short
and a tub top too high
boots up the my thy
i walk around looking for a man with money
a man who will pay for my family to eat
wailking into an empty hotel room
with a stranger on my side
kissing my neck i feel so disquested
his hand undressing me
until i am naked
he climbs on top and begins to perseed
with the way he makes loves
is nothing but flees
once he is done i get up and leave
he places the money in my braw
and gives a quick peck for me to keep
i hate to look into that mirror you see
for i hate to see what i've become
and hate to be seen
so night after night i perseed
to that street
looking for a man
and some
food
to
eat

Copyright © AmaNdAsHepArd ... [ 2004-04-28 10:39:38]
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Re: HOOKER: part 1 (User Rating: 1 )
by ravenblack_phoenix on Wednesday, 28th April 2004 @ 10:45:59 AM AEST
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Wow... That made me feel so many different things when I read it... good write.

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