A Stripper's Story

A Stripper's Story

A Poem by Kaotic Barbie
"

Realization for one.

"

Black lights crowd the walls and mirrors behind my back
Silver poles to my left and right, tempting me to play
Crowds of men, young and old staring with puppy eyes
At this body being put on private display.

Shoes that make it impossible to walk on
But they make it much easier to jump
Higher on the fancy poles of erotica
and make the men more hasty to hump.

Pasties that cover my small radiant n*****s
G-strings that hide my delicate prize
The men are all screwing me with their eyes
Working from my breasts to my illuminating thighs.

My body shimmers around my silver dance partner
Doing tricks that make the men whistle and holler
Even though I sometimes feel like a circus animal
I think it's all worth the trouble for the dollars.

At the end of my few songs I collect my load
As i crawl around the dirty bar counter
Men tell me how beautiful I am
And then turn to their friends and say "Man I would mount her."

I return to the dressing room where other girls change
And talk about all their issues and bothers
I take a secound to look in the mirror and think
"Where would we be if we had our fathers?"

© 2008 Kaotic Barbie


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this is a nice and sad story but dont let it get you down
we have all been through situations ..not because we wanted to
but we had to..you dont have to be a striptease to feel shy
there are other jobs done which makes us sweat but we do it along the silly journey of life
we try to hold on to anything ..untill we have a strong backbone..to get out of it
but the images you draw here are really nice and wonderful
done by a master..not to dance for silly men
but to sing those wonderful songs you used to sing to me
i will always look for them ..
they make me feel so much alive..so much hope
at times you make me fly..sweet ..sweet words
wonderful write

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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Very deep. Once you auger in to that soft, gooey core at the centre of this poem, you can really witness the huge amount of pain behind the make-up and false eyelashes. Truly beautiful.

Posted 13 Years Ago


Wow.. brutal.
But I like how there's still a strength in it,
it's a beautiful write.

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

this is a nice and sad story but dont let it get you down
we have all been through situations ..not because we wanted to
but we had to..you dont have to be a striptease to feel shy
there are other jobs done which makes us sweat but we do it along the silly journey of life
we try to hold on to anything ..untill we have a strong backbone..to get out of it
but the images you draw here are really nice and wonderful
done by a master..not to dance for silly men
but to sing those wonderful songs you used to sing to me
i will always look for them ..
they make me feel so much alive..so much hope
at times you make me fly..sweet ..sweet words
wonderful write

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Kaotic Barbie
Kaotic Barbie

Baltimore, MD



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My name is Kati. I'm 20 years old and live in Baltimore, Maryland "And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. Th.. more..

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