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Friday, October 31, 2008

The Diary of A Former Whore PT 1


The Diary of a Former Whore PT1


Monday 11:15pm

I'm cute, mixed with black and Samoan

From the suburbs in Iowa, a city named Des Moines

Gung-Ho boyfriend enlisted, to Iraq he’s going

I'm told when you're pregnant, your face is glowing

I'm reaping now what I've been sowing

In 9 months I'll definitely will be showing

Ran away from home now I'm hoeing

Need some cash, but nobody's loaning

Many tickets on my car the city threatened towing

Off the Greyhound Bus I'm posing

Stomach not growling it's moaning

Wish it were my disappointed parents I was phoning

See other scared young girls like me, isn't that cloning

A pimp in a velvet vest found me it was snowing

He paid for my abortion without anyone knowing

Cocaine passes the time, so I'm blowing

Fell for my 1st "John", and I'm coping

Methadone instead of heroine no longer doping

Will he leave his wife? I'm still hoping

The door that leads to success, it's slowly closing

Life gently going down the stream, and I'm rowing

Tuesday 9:35pm

Did I mention, my name is Lynn Moore

And no... I did not grow up poor

My parents are friends with Al Gore

Private school at times was a bore

Only French I learned is "Bonjour"

Parents are not having it anymore

Tried to hitchhike to the Jersey shore

Landed a "stellar" gig as a whore

"John" is my next big score

"DO NOT DISTURB" sign on the motel door

Rumpled clothes piled high on the floor

Cheap bottle of whiskey by the bed…I pour

Brand new pack of condoms…. not no more

"John" paid for sex until 15 after 4

To the climax "John" and I eventually soar

I never ever heard a "John" snore

Left "John" sleeping…I've done this before

My pimp ripped the "skimpy" clothes I wore

He beat my ass again….now I'm sore

Sex for CA$H feels more like a chore

What the hell did I run away for

Bad choices I've made hurt me to the core

Rowing down life's stream with a broken oar

Wednesday 7:07pm

My eye it's black, but I'm not hurt

Some "Johns" get off when they treat me like dirt

Grew up too fast, I was such a little flirt

Never really knowing my real self-worth

So I drop my panties & I lift my skirt

Red lipstick stains on "John's" blue silk shirt

"John's" belly is so huge it just might burst

Erectile dysfunction, so "John's" a jerk

$20.00 short, My pimp will go bizzerk

Viagra digested still "John" doesn't work

To an erection "John" just can't give birth

"John's" got immunity, his rights come first

Foreign diplomat, I think "John" is a Turk

Thursday 4:59pm

CA$H for sex, we make the swap

Deep, fat, pockets to the mall.... we shop

Left on I-80…the expressway we hop

Parked the pimp's caddy in an undisclosed lot

No hard drugs now I only smoke pot

I got the munchies & my stomach's in knots

Flat rear tire, it's as far as we got

Peep a fine man driving a Maybach

I’m flashing new "John".... I hope I look hot

There’s a really bad itching coming from my crotch

The free clinic gives me penicillin a lot

Make my move I lure him to my "spot"

Gut reaction, this "John's" a cop

Long legs in the air, his world I "rock"

I hope that sound wasn't the condom pop

I was lucky, this "John" wasn't a cop

Living in Dubuque now, to the corner I jot

I "tricked" a lot of people today like a Las Vegas slot

He beat me again not a shock

My pimp took every dime I got

Hope today his worthless ass get shot

Am I scared to kill him? No I'm not

This way of living leads to a grave plot

Friday 2:45am

The public defender moved like a snail

This "John" was a cop, & I couldn't tell

Damn "hacks" go through all my mail

I can't make any money locked in this cell

Without my lipstick, I feel so pale

I wish I had some Ginger ale

The bread I got, It’s stale

The dyke next door, she likes to tell tales

I have nightmares at night, in the dark I yell

Saw myself in a casket with a huge black veil

I feed a rat with the long brown tail

The judge was far too "easy" on the male

He paid for my body that I had for $ALE

My pimp, did not even post my bail

But being locked up is better than hell

3 squares & a cot, plus I pee in a pail

Sentenced to 90 days..in the county jail

Saturday 1:18pm

Young girl...don't you dare end up like me

High self-esteem is the key

No one dared or cared enough to see

Life can’t be cured with Vitamin C

My pimp fixed his tire & fled to D.C.

Trying to evade the vice police

I finally got my GED

The court dismissed my guilty plea

The D.A, a former "John", he set me free

Now I get paid, "legally" to speak

To "lost" runaway girls in their teens

Don't be timid should you ever want to read

A page from a former whore's diary

Sunday 8:08pm

So far, life for me has been one hard test

I didn't always do my best

Journaling gets my thoughts off my chest

That pimp was a real fucking pest

I hear he still wears that velvet vest

But I'm so done with all that mess

I met a good man. His name is Jess

My wounds from life, he helped me dress

I couldn't possibly love him any less

Sometimes after church, we play chess

Who came to my rescue? Try and guess

God's love got me through life's long quest

On the 7th day I get plenty of rest



2 comments:

  1. You are so deep . You need to write a book and sale it in Border's. You have a very good talent and I think that is wonderful literature. Not everyone is blessed with this kind of talent. KUDO!!! This is such a true thing I just feel sorry for the people that get caught up in it. I have known quite a few but by the grace of God I never had to live like this. Oliva is a true staement but I never was impressed my money or ever had to work in that way for it. Don't get twisted I am from the hood but I just wanted better. I did not want to be a product of my enviorment.

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  2. I've been working on my book but writer's block creeps in. I'm still working out the characters in my head!
    Writing is in my blood. Though I was only a baby when my daddy passed, my Grandmother tells me that I write just like him.

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