A prostitute's confession

Elvis B 2002 (Mbabane)



To God, who best knowest all hearts
Boldest, sun braved and wild desired
Can such souls know change?

To Mother, whose eyes sparkled with joy as a youth
But now shameful with distaste and regret
Could you even take twice a look at I?

To a genuinely loving man, whom I cold hearted in a rapture of rage
Despite the check, in a tick of a lifetime's moment, love entailed
Will cheeks ever burn, arms open, eyes shut and lips meet, again?

To Father, who fathered me not but astray
And his mistress was a straight path of gold for him
Would you even know the need of a world of man you left for me?

About this poem

This is a prostitute's diary, she confesses about a side of her profession that no one knew and she's doing that by revealing some of the people that attributed to her choices.

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Written on July 02, 2022

Submitted by gojebusa on July 02, 2022

Modified on March 05, 2023

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Quick analysis:

Scheme XXX XXX XXX XXX
Closest metre Iambic hexameter
Characters 596
Words 123
Stanzas 4
Stanza Lengths 3, 3, 3, 3

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  • davidg.37672
    I guy I knew lived in a brothel because the rent was cheap and I visited there a few times and would sit and chat with the girls. I never got the impression that they were unhappy with their choice of profession, but these were more mature women, late twenties to thirties I would guess. I do not know what a younger girl would think. I suppose it would relate to how much sex drive she had. I just never saw anything like the bitterness in the poem. 
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