They say it’s a noble profession.
A needed service. A victimless crime.
On her back or on her knees,
the bills are paid. The babies are fed.
Some see pain, buried beneath a painted smile.
Others see a choice, nothing more.
Some walk the street. Their services provided
in urine saturated corners and back seats.
Others frequent the Park Plaza
and the upper crust for four figure nights.
Designer dresses and cheap dirty talk
aid the impotent as well as the cheats.
Either way, the fluid exchange is the same.
So is the disease.
They say it’s a noble profession.
A needed service. A victimless crime.
Some see pain, buried beneath a painted smile.
I see victims.
You have described with great sharpness the misery of prostitution. As long as the male population controls more than 80% of the world's money, female prostitution will continue to exist - as a desperate way of making a living. Great write, Franz
Now this is true poetry. Right from the heart to the ink. Very good work.
Reviewed by Jane Rodway (Reader)
Reviewed on January 13, 2005
This is excellent, and I agree 100%. It goes back to Jack the Ripper- some people seem to think the women who had no means of support in Victorian times just chose prostitution, not that they had so few options, and it is sad when they are murdered and looked at by some as disposable because of how they made money- really irritates me. This really hits home, great work.
Reviewed by Tracey L. O' Very (Reader)
Reviewed on January 12, 2005
Very Thinking poem Leaving many questions and wondering if answers given would be honest ones or the convincing to their mind of the profession they are in.
Thank You Lori,
Tracey
I've never heard it called a noble profession, just the oldest. This profession like all others also have different levels of location, and clientel. Well penned
Reviewed by Birdie Houston (Reader)
Reviewed on January 10, 2005
Powerful !!!!!
Reviewed by ♥ Kari Hirshey ♥ (Reader)
Reviewed on January 10, 2005
How unfortunate... its sad to see that so many get swept into the "noble profession"... it truly makes my heart ache.. wonderful write;
As long as we remain needy men and women, the "profession" will remain as a means of alleviation and substitution. On both sides of the great divide of service-user/provider there may well be cynics and those with just a phenominal greed to have all sorts of lust assuaged... but mostly they are persons much the same as you and me with a story to tell... and there, but for the grace of God, go I... I am sure; at least, metaphorically speaking. I love this power-packed and yet uncloying and surgical account that hits like a bullet between the eyes, and which takes the mystique away so that we can think clearly about the issues sorrounding prositution. TY for being, as always, inspiring of interactive and proactive thought. Kate xx
Me too in one form or another
well put....gets one motor running
Reviewed by La Belle Rouge (Reader)
Reviewed on January 10, 2005
There are many victims, innocent and otherwise and many stories of victimization behind the "profession" we will never know about or be capable of judging. Well penned and thought provoking.
All I know of this profession is what I see in the movies, or read about, thank god no one I know has gone down that path, I believe it would be a nightmare
your poem is outstanding in content and well as delivery ... my only recourse, is what about all those lonely, desparate men for whatever reason cannot find a woman's embrace, what are they to do? masturbation has its limits ... don't take me wrong, it is not a victimless crime but sometimes it is a symbiosis of sexual necessity as long as the proper steps are taken to prevent disease ... i just feel the woman involved have a low sense of esteem about themselves ...
Lori,
Greed, is the key roleplayer, they see it as the easy way out..but what I wonder is..Is it still the easy way out, when they are first told they are HIV positive? Then suddenly it has become the inevitable way out.
Your words are not only thought provoking but sobering.
Excellently penned Lori.
Lisa
Reviewed by Katy Walsvik (Reader)
Reviewed on January 9, 2005
The profession wouldn't exist without the men who choose to pay for it.
My observation is that the same ones who look down on these women for their "immorality" also point fingers at them if they are in need of public assistance. These are the same people who wish to ban abortion, yet negatively label a single woman who keeps her baby and raises it without a father, again, perhaps, on public assistance, at least for a while. The common denominator, I guess, is men... who skip out without a sense of responsibility. Every situation is different.
Still, Lori, I was drawn to the sensitive, personal tone of your bold and honest piece. You touched me with this one... a thoughtful poem. katy xox.
It is the oldest profession, that's for sure. They do it to make lots of easy money. In this country, they could find a decent job. But they want more and more like so many materialistic people. Your write is very good because you are a brilliant writer.
Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
Reviewed on January 8, 2005
Top ho. The oldest proffesion. I feel sorry for the ladies caught in this rat trap. A few may like it. Yet how many are trafficed, or do it to feed an addiction. Or make ends meet.
Yup victims indeed. We find money to help those in far away lands, negleting our own.
I wonder who they see in mirror. Yet god knows their heart. I bet some are better than pew warmers. rather more than some.
Elton wrote a song, sweet painted lady, on yellow brick road. Methinks of that.
Yes, they are indeed victims. Maybe in the future such a release will be achieved virtually or with an automaton. In that way, there is no exchange of fluids, no risk of disease, no victim, no crime. Just orgasm, for a fee. ~ Sara
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on January 8, 2005
I am glad that you wrote this. It is honest and upfront. Women who sell it for bucks are a hodgepodge, they are there from every walk of life. Most of them do it for a ten dollar hit of crack, or dreamy herion or . . . well, the list goes on. They are victims of themselves. The tricks. some savage. Some timid. Another hodgepodge of guys. They are victims also to their desires and vices and . . . well, the list goes on. Drugs, sex and rock and roll has taken on a brand new face in the oldest profession.
Lori, your unique ability to create thought-provoking compositions is a shining testament to your many poetic talents and tremendous foresight. An excellent piece, illustrating clearly that two wrongs, do not make a right. Thanks for sharing your wonderful work.
I don't see the two who willfully partake as victims, but the innocent who are affected later certainly are. I don't think prostitution is ever going away unless men wise up and stop patronizing the prostitutes and I don't see that happening anytime soon. I used to think that legalizing prostitution would clean it up, but I don't believe that is the case anymore. A very thought-provoking piece, Lori.
Take care,
Sherry
My book of poetry is being redone by me, I have a beautiful cover designed and the book will have a few more than 200 poems in it. I am going to have it printed on demand here in Canada. When it is done I will let you know when it is done and if anyo
to survie, its the oldest profession
in the world
An outstanding piece ...Lori
Thank You Lori,
Tracey
~Kari Anne~
well put....gets one motor running
i see them, too--powerful, thought provoking, excellent write!
(((HUGS))) and love, karla. :(
Love Tinka
Nothing noble in that
Greed, is the key roleplayer, they see it as the easy way out..but what I wonder is..Is it still the easy way out, when they are first told they are HIV positive? Then suddenly it has become the inevitable way out.
Your words are not only thought provoking but sobering.
Excellently penned Lori.
Lisa
My observation is that the same ones who look down on these women for their "immorality" also point fingers at them if they are in need of public assistance. These are the same people who wish to ban abortion, yet negatively label a single woman who keeps her baby and raises it without a father, again, perhaps, on public assistance, at least for a while. The common denominator, I guess, is men... who skip out without a sense of responsibility. Every situation is different.
Still, Lori, I was drawn to the sensitive, personal tone of your bold and honest piece. You touched me with this one... a thoughtful poem. katy xox.
Felix
Yup victims indeed. We find money to help those in far away lands, negleting our own.
I wonder who they see in mirror. Yet god knows their heart. I bet some are better than pew warmers. rather more than some.
Elton wrote a song, sweet painted lady, on yellow brick road. Methinks of that.
Take care,
Sherry
it certainly is not noble or victimless, in this
day! Superb write!