Years in a Brothel

[Foxy_Tasha]

Touching clammy skin, rivers of sweat fall

What a way to spend the summer

Locked inside a slave's hall



To the entrance willingly, head bent low

Hair curtaining face, shadowed eyes

Cloud windows to her soul



Breath hanging in the air, not her own

What a way to spend the winter

Cold, over-worked, alone



To the entrance willingly, smirk on mouth

Looking from shoulder, the master

Intentions to head south



He collects the paper, she smiles shyly

What a way to spend the spring-time

Easter, no family



To the entrance willingly, uniformed

Boots make no noise on plush carpets

The slave girl comes scorned



Scarred to the bone, there's years of pain

Leaves wrinkle, are tossed in autumn

The same with her, no gain

 

[Mister Freddy]

Amazingly bad poetry!

 

[Lefty]

Mr Freddy,
I could not disagree more. Her 7 stanza poem has wonderful structure. It strikes sadness in most who read it.
Most are struck silent with it's poignant message; hence virtually no replies in many many weeks.
I think, like this remarkable young woman, you should think about your thoughts b4 making them words.
Lefty

 

[rags2riches]

This poetry is so bad that I was actually compelled to make an account to diss it. OP, you suck at writing poetry.

 

[shaggadelic]

Wow, there are some really mean people on this board. I enjoyed it. Very heartfelt. Thx for sharing.

 

[jnewton]

In an activity so completely grounded in fantasy, reality is like a bucket of ice water. I guess the critics don't like cold water.

 

[northvan10]

Tasha,

Thanks for sharing your message straight from the heart, through your poetry. As others have said, don't worry about the critics. You will never be able to please everyone!