Fille de joie

Fille de joie

A Poem by CAPOLAVORO
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I wrote this one for a girl that I knew. She told me the story of her life and how she became a prostitute. The transition would be from the last part of the story upwards.

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Sometimes when you hold me I want to say stop
But the cry of my hungry child
In my mind would always pop up

Sometimes when I crawl under your skin
I am in great disgust
Could you blame me?
My parents sold me to you
And this is the result.

Sometimes when you watch my body on the screen
I feel within me pain and shame
A nameless monster you are who likes playing a game
Could it be true?
My parents are in my back forcing me to show it to you.

Sometimes when you put force on my legs
I want to shout
but only tears would fall out
You're my father
but my innocence you slaughter
Now I know I will never be the same daughter

Sometimes I look at the other children going to school
I feel jealous
"Mother, let me go too."
She said we only have money for eating
Don't be selfish.

© 2017 CAPOLAVORO


Author's Note

CAPOLAVORO
I just want everyone to know the other side of the story. I hope you will all like it.

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Is my two drops of tears is enough for your that friend?

Posted 7 Years Ago


CAPOLAVORO

7 Years Ago

Let me be flattered by your words then.
Abraham George

7 Years Ago

ha ha ha you are so funny
CAPOLAVORO

7 Years Ago

funny as can be. :)
I think it all comes down to the root cause to be blamed. The poverty which forces them towards this side.

You've written about a good but neglected topic. People find it easier to blame and demean prostitutes than to understand their side of the story..

Well written and thought provoking too. Good work 👍

Posted 7 Years Ago


CAPOLAVORO

7 Years Ago

Thank you so much for the time. :)
Dr. YumnaKay

7 Years Ago

You're welcome 😊
This ones really throbbed the heart. I have no words to say because the atrocities they face is really cruel. You have presented their side of story very nicely. They don't have any choice because of the environment in which they have been brought up. A harsh reality. I hope good people around the world may bring change in their lives some day. Their lives must be really hard and they also face condemnation of people around.
A sad but courageous write. Very nicely written.

Posted 7 Years Ago


CAPOLAVORO

7 Years Ago

Thank you for the time. I would always want to be the voice for the voiceless. Poverty can and must .. read more
All I can say.. OUCH. It stabbed right through my heart.

Posted 7 Years Ago


CAPOLAVORO

7 Years Ago

Thank you for the time. It is good to know that guys could get that feeling about this also.
There's always been a soft spot in my heart for prostitutes; they work in the only profession that nobody aspires to.
But this is more than mere prostitution. We have incest and slavery in this mix. It's a sad brew.
Well done.

Posted 7 Years Ago


CAPOLAVORO

7 Years Ago

Thank you. It is so nice to know that you noticed the details of it. Yes, almost all forms of abused.. read more
Wow this is deep love you you are truelt talented !!!!!

Posted 7 Years Ago


CAPOLAVORO

7 Years Ago

Thank you. :)
Battling my inner thoughts

7 Years Ago

Sorry my phone went crazy it was supposed to say love it you are talented not love u lol
CAPOLAVORO

7 Years Ago

Yes, I noticed it lol.
I liked it, and tears too...how hard their life would be....Truly thank you for sharing, bringing out their emotions...

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

CAPOLAVORO

7 Years Ago

Thank you for appreciating this one. It is indeed a hard life she got.

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Added on February 24, 2017
Last Updated on March 5, 2017
Tags: #prostitution, #crime, #abuse

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CAPOLAVORO
CAPOLAVORO

Cebu, 7, Philippines



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