As I looked out amongst my window, I good only wonder about today and its event,
It came an it went, the pleasure in me, they seem to have gained control of my body, an no, no prayer could relieve my ache, I copped with what had to be, and what needed to be done,
As night could not please day and day could not please night,
So I went away within, as I did inner pleasure,
A prostitutes heavens is what I asked for, as did the encounter it asked me for, as did I,
So on and so on, I went,
Crashing my whispers of hatred, of the next woman’s desires I was not given, and the man that gave them,
My darkened soul was like these ladies pleases, a whore mongers life,
It said my name in letters and words I never heard before, hurt asked me so I gave as I did, and with that pity for gave me,
A lady they say, but my picture painted something different, I saw it in the mirror,
This whore had no peace,
A gentleman’s lady,
I gave how I laughed at myself; my opened legs defined not my name, but my ability to act,
As I learned so long ago to do so,
The sweetness inside me secured my place in this society,
Behind and beyond the closed doors on Bur bend street, within the red light districts windows,
I left my trait,
My price I paid every moment of everyday, as I was a gentleman’s ladies whore,
These fine cloths I wore could not erase my past present and future,
They could not acknowledge the truth I shared with them, the whispers know longer existed, passion I found behind my make up, and a bottle settled the score, as did the diamonds I was given,
Yes some how in it’s on why peace found me in a price, as my secret went with me, and my bed kept it going,
No one man owned me, like the price of marriage in a ring that they give, while running to me, for pleasure, my mind had names, as I walked amongst the rich, sipping tea with the women, as they wondered and whispered about them,
I could only laugh to my self, laugh at the ignorance, these so called ladies, I said to my self,
What was different in my pleasing, then theirs, such fine language, an up bringing could not keep their man at home,
I was the pleasure in every mans mind, as I sought nothing but exception, my trailer trash days had long pasted me by,
As I was know a gentleman’s lady whore of society,
Sepsis knocked her down and out. Faith, hope, and gave her the strength to get back on her feet. I am a Runner She fought the river of death They said she'd never run again
She proved them wrong...
On February 20, 2003, pyrotechnics at a rock club in West Warwick, RI set off a devastating fire that roared through the crowded club, killing 100 people and injuring hundreds more. Gina Russo was one of the survivors, and she retells her harrowing e
