Pimp’$ Prophet

Nae's Nest —  June 2, 2012 — Leave a comment

Who will I be today?

When he puts his hands on me…..

…….so ashamed……but what do I do?

…..so long ago…..

I found myself

here

alone without a dime,

young, underage.

uneducated

a runaway and a dropout ,

no one cared

I am a pimp’s prophet

Nothing else, nothing more

A dollar sign

a shame I have lived.

Who will I be today?

When he puts his hands on me…..

…….so ashamed……but what do I do?

…..so long ago…..

I put myself away,

Up on a shelf

Somewhere the johns can’t find me

Now everyday,

I am who the john wants me to be

but NOT the real me

A little girl, an experience lover,

a prison guard,

or even a school teacher.

Anyone,

anyone at all.

Put on a mask,

an artificial image,

a plastic smile,

a superficial existence.

how do I leave?

where is my hope?

Yesterday’s child,

today someone’s next poke

Who will I be today?

When he puts his hands on me…..

…….so ashamed……but what do I do?

…..so long ago…..

I found myself

here

Renee Robinson

Nae's Nest

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I find myself "Dancing With Cancer", problem is...I can't dance. I stumble, bumble, and get pulled along. To keep my sanity, (humor me), I write short stories, a journal, musings and poetry....just about anything goes.

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