Hands on Me

 I prostitute myself

Ugly the next morning

While cleaning up the incriminating mess

With no respect for my body

With their smell

Left on my summer skin

I could be beautiful

Stunning

To someone

But not if I came tampered

Stained by others

Unromantic, unloving touch

Sex with no respect of me

Of my legs and breast

Not feeling my fingers

Or hearing my breath

Only an object of their

One sided pleasures

I am nothing

Even to myself

As I show it by letting them

Put their hands on me.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[John Alexander McFadyen]

I like the intensity of the distaste and the mix of guilt, denial and stubborn defiance in this fiesty write.

[Chris]

I see you have been here at WC longer than I. A real and well spoken first posting by the way.

[Dream Weaver]

It sounds like ones perception of non-intimacy through sexual liaisons, feeling exploited and unrewarded. Nicely done.

[Monday Parker]

P.s it's not actually about prostitution.

[Crazy Cat Man]

such a creepy and scary poem. such a sad fate for women who become prostitutes and for those creepy men who prey on children. just breaks my heart. great piece

[Matthew Kult]

I would just say yikes, but then what would be the fun in that really?

This is harsh and very brutal, like a wound left gapping and infection has a welcoming mat. That's a compliment.

Even the flow screams brutal and harsh, kinda like sex in general...well with me...

Good work. Very well done.

[Bella]

Ug. I know that feeling. This poem kind of makes me regret my past. In a poetic way i mean. This is a good poem that makes me feel bad.

[Creepy Swine Guy]

Uncomfortably real and hard hitting. We all prostitute ourselves in different ways at different times. It's never pleasant.

You've really made it real though.

[Wildecat]

If this poem doesn't get ones attention I don't know what will, very nice writing.