This poetry is dedicated to those stripper, who are facing tremendous amoung of sufferings with no fault of theirs.
Stripper
Amongst
the glamour of lights
and with beats
of sensual music
I shake my hips,
breasts and buttock
leaning against pole
to quench...
men’s lecherous eyes
and their lust
for my dead flesh.
And to...
quench hunger…
hunger of my belly
and of my offspring’s.
I pray…
pray…
pray to you,
Oh Lord!
Let me drink
ambrosia
so that,
I can attract those
spooky eyes…
and yes…
Oh Lord!
Shower me
clothes
so that…
I can strip…
I can strip.
Dear Sandie
I really appreciate that you have spared some of your precious time for writing something on my poetry. However, I wish to draw your kind attention towards the fact that the poetry titled, 'Stripper' is not based on my life, rather I composed it as a dedication for all those pitiful girls and women who are suffering. I am a male. 'I' in the above poetry is not me... it is just a personification.
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Keep the faith your best days are ahead of you.
I really appreciate that you have spared some of your precious time for writing something on my poetry. However, I wish to draw your kind attention towards the fact that the poetry titled, 'Stripper' is not based on my life, rather I composed it as a dedication for all those pitiful girls and women who are suffering. I am a male. 'I' in the above poetry is not me... it is just a personification.
Anyways, thank you...
Be happy and you will be alright. Don't look down upon yourself.
Sandie Angel :o)