Prostitution

Prostitution

A Poem by Raven Wilson

You don't have to love me, or like me
But you damn well better respect me.
I don't care who you are
how much you make
your model of car.
You are not better than me.
You will never be better than me.
How I make my money is none of your concern
After all, how much of your money have I earned?
I don't lie about what I do
What do you tell your wife when she asks you where you've been?
Why is my profession considered a sin
when the head of your church calls me in!?
Don't think you're better than me
it will never be true.
I've never been ashamed of what I do
Never Ashamed, How 'bout you?

© 2010 Raven Wilson


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There is a brutal honesty in this piece. I love the irony in it.
Something about this prostitute makes me want to trust her.
She speaks her mind and you don't feel like you have to worry
about who she would turn into when she shows you her "Real"
colors. Yes her dirty laundry is out in the open, but there are
sinister motives that allow her to be there. This poem really strikes
the issue of hypocrisy in our society. There are many things you
did very well in this poem, but I feel your biggest accomplishment
is putting a spotlight on a political/social issue with such ferocity
and at the same time...not shoving it down our throat. I read it and
I enjoyed it. I didn't feel at all like I was being force fed your opinions.

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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Few innocence people in this world. I like the questions and statements in the poem. A perfect ending to a outstanding poem.
Coyote

Posted 14 Years Ago


There is a brutal honesty in this piece. I love the irony in it.
Something about this prostitute makes me want to trust her.
She speaks her mind and you don't feel like you have to worry
about who she would turn into when she shows you her "Real"
colors. Yes her dirty laundry is out in the open, but there are
sinister motives that allow her to be there. This poem really strikes
the issue of hypocrisy in our society. There are many things you
did very well in this poem, but I feel your biggest accomplishment
is putting a spotlight on a political/social issue with such ferocity
and at the same time...not shoving it down our throat. I read it and
I enjoyed it. I didn't feel at all like I was being force fed your opinions.

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This was good and filled with emotion. Don't let people degrade you or think themselves better because of how you make money. You're right, it's none of their concern

Posted 14 Years Ago



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Raven Wilson
Raven Wilson

~~, NY



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My name is Raven, I currently reside in a very obscure little town near the Canadian border in New York. At this moment I am eighteen years of age. My favorite topics deal with heartbreak, pain, loss,.. more..

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