A Dedication to the Wrongly Prostituted

Look at him
With those stripper pole eyes
Awaiting a Woman to become Miss Analyzed
So another one of his agendas
Can be more woeful to the human race

Only beauty in his eyes qualifies
For his very special favors
Using flesh as if it was toilet paper
In his bowery mired games

Oh, But it is not his victims fault
Innocently living in vain
Feeling as if they did wrong
Guilty and foregone
As he goes on to use others

Victims, Please fight back
You are still beautiful
Don’t let the sewage drown you
And push you into oblivion

You are stronger than that

And the skies shall become blue again
With new journeys ahead
Love yourself more than ever
And treat this bad experience
As if it was make pretend

Never let the cold hearted win


Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
2/20/10