...that's her somber untold story

~inspired by the music~

Rendered her body

    to make ends meet

    crying babies &

    hungry mouths to feed

ran away from home,

    a long time ago

    daddy was a vulgar cruel man

        yesterdays were bitterly painful,

every day she feels burnt out

   distracts her mind with prayer

no one seems to be listening,

      she's till lying on her back

trying to make a few bucks,

men demanding services

    liquor overflowing 

       as they have their way

  living crazy but that's her sad life,

    every day when she opens her eyes

she wishes she could take

   one last breath and say goodbye 

        as she glances into her insanity,

   responsibility is her only tired excuse

gets up off her feet on demand

    to lay on her back repeatedly,

her heartache and soul's desire

   put on destiny's back burner,

so it goes, over and over

   to her regret,

she surrendered to demons yet again,

          this was her somber untold story...

'what would you do?'

Author's Note

Reviews

[kublakhan27]

Sombre indeed Freida...heart-wrenching...this is another blunt and unflinching piece, which you seem attracted to these days...this one really tore my heart out though, my hands are literally shaking as I try to type this...your writing is so intensely personal that these pieces in particular are affecting...I wish I had more to say...hopefully I'm just being my usual hyper-sensitive self, but if you are feeling like this poem suggests, you know you have my heart, and I'm always here...xo

[Frieda P]

You're a dear Steve, although I've been feeling under the weather since yesterday, this one is NOT about me, for once. ;) The music moved my soul and was begging to be written...glad it moved you so my sweet friend. xo

[kublakhan27]

You know it's my pleasure love, and you know I worry ;) xo

[Einstein Noodle]

can not take this seriously enough ... sold into slavery in so many ways ... every year in Sturgis (rally time) between 100-300 young ladies are "rescued" form the ally ways .. too drunk to make it for the ride home and by 1% er law are simply left... no money .. no human support .. take it to the Eastern Bloc countries and there are thousands upon thousands .. how can a heart not be torn ..
E.

[Robbie~xoxo~]

Dearest Frieda,

This truly moved me ...
You write on a real topic, bleeding words...allowing your readers to feel the pain.

The song sets the mood, creating an emotion of despair.

Heartfelt, haunting write~xoxo~

[Lydia Shutter]

A character study that brings the woman to life.....and we feel her pain, shame, regret. Your words show your compassion. Unfortunately, it is a true story for so many women all around the world. Well written, Frieda. Lydi**

[Jack Cassidy]

This is pretty in your face. I like the style and rawness of this piece. I'm sure having this lifestyle really beats up on a person. They're not desensitized from the world yet, instead their aim is to just end it all before they become numb. Imagining her holding a gun to her head... K.

[s y e]

// every day when she opens her eyes
she wishes she could take
one last breath and say goodbye
as she glances into her insanity, //

Holy shiz balls mama F, this just about tore my heart apart... the lines I quoted just broke me in two. This was so intense and just drew me in, I couldn't even stop to breathe, it is so... electrifying. Just, wow.

flip flops & all that jazz! xo

[Baby Ricochet]

A heartfelt story of an endless tragedy. Great poem Frieda

[Sophy Freebirds]

I was really in a mood today to read some feministic stuff. This piece seared right through my soul.Sometimes the unfair fate renders a woman helpless when she has no other option open to her other than to sell herself.. A very provoking poem. You never stop to amaze me.I liked you used a different structure this time. :)

~Sophy

[MsJewel]

The fact that this is a reality for so many is what makes this so heart wrenching. Recently I was in down town Los Angeles and watched a woman trying to find a "date" and the way she was treated by the doorman and the people passing by. I was so haunted by her, I wrote a poem Broken Barbie. Your poem is just as haunting Frieda. It is hard to imagine living a life like the one you have described.
Julie

[Rita L. Sev]

You tell the sad story of many, I'm afraid. The reality and drama pour out in your bold and eloquent style, Frieda.