(991) A Drugged Up Prostitute Comments

'Ravaged, used and abused. Now discarded like trash can refuse' - pathetic, but true!

They also work from discreet offices claiming to be 'escorts, for time only'these are what I call the sophisticated pro's, they charge a fortune and live the life of riley, only doing business from the best hotels in town and driving the best cars and eat from the best restaurants. Great truths in this poem Mel. Well done.

Awesome write! I've encountered many prostitutes in my time, and nearly all would tell you that they aren't on the sreet just for the money. I would estimate that 99.9% are hooked on crack, etc. Thanks for writing about this and bringing it to light. Hugs, Dee

A sad story, one which most likey is walking around tonight.Moyax

That was good! ! You write with exquisite imagery and descriptions! Keep writing!

You've done well, expressing the lost aspect of this woman, her small wish for decent treatment, more... The second stanza is particularly real, I think.

A stunning write, Melvina... a real eye-opener. Tragic, but well done! Brian

Wise words encapsulated in this lesson of life. I wonder what really motivates the choices we make. Fine job :) Best wishes. Jack.

'Wanting to find a man who will treat her right, if only for a moment, or a lustful night.' Well said.

Yes tell the world, the world is responsible but they'll never take the blame. Another one bites the dust. but according to society's rules, they wash their hands clean and say she got what she deserved. Is this what Jesus meant when he said 'pick up your crosses and follow me? '

My, my...Trouble on the corners of Calgary? I like this a lot, Melvina...Strong imagework is key in achieving the needed impact capture...And you do this quite well, young lady! ''''''''''''''frank

A compassionate write. You seem endlessly to strive to contain all human experience within your art - a noble quality that should earn the respect of every reader.

I think it is a good poem but the end verse was rather weak in comparision to the rest. Strong imagery, although, having visited Calgary, I found it quite hard to imagine her drunkenly or drugged up, mincing down the concrete streets myself? I also think, there but for the love of god and good friends go many a deserted woman of wrong and bad nights. For the first read of your poetry, I am impressed, Smiling at you, Tai

Melvina, I most enjoyed the rhythm of your rhyme. Your flow was extraoadnarily perfection. If I may, I would suggest placing this piece in a stanza form withich would give it more structure and allow the reader to see how well written it truly is. Billy

I see the other side of midnight Melvina, she too struggle with this mysterious fragile life; helpless.........one of our sisters......remember the olden days Mary.Magdellene.......did the same? ......this is the oldest profession go beyond the barriers due to poverty or may be pleasure?

Too many women In the world Born white, yellow, red, brown, or black Addicted to crack With nowhere to go No one to show In the world They still matter. Good poem. I gave it a 9. If you take the time, you may want to look at mine.