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In search
I search for you
In old men with sweaty hands that offer me candy
So they can put their hands down my pants
In young ones with ripe dicks that tell me I’m pretty
Under bleachers, in dirty bathrooms,
on the streets, behind buildings against filthy walls
But who wouldn’t be caught dead seen with me
In men with fancy cars who offer rides for sometime in their backseat
In men with fat wallets who buy me expensive gifts
For time spent on soiled sheets
I work the pole and lap dance
And even walk the streets
searching the many strange men faces
Because I don’t know what it means
For one to truly love me
Father you were never there to teach me.
So I go in search
In old men with sweaty hands that offer me candy
So they can put their hands down my pants
In young ones with ripe dicks that tell me I’m pretty
Under bleachers, in dirty bathrooms,
on the streets, behind buildings against filthy walls
But who wouldn’t be caught dead seen with me
In men with fancy cars who offer rides for sometime in their backseat
In men with fat wallets who buy me expensive gifts
For time spent on soiled sheets
I work the pole and lap dance
And even walk the streets
searching the many strange men faces
Because I don’t know what it means
For one to truly love me
Father you were never there to teach me.
So I go in search
Published 18th Apr 2012
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Anonymous
19th Apr 2012 3:02pm
What a sad write> Don't give up, that one special person is there somewhere and will find you. :)
19th Apr 2012 10:04pm
Thanks flowergirl, It was for a friend that I lost a few years back, she was found dead in a cheap motel. She took to the streets because of her issues with her father, he abused her. We both had father issues mine was abandonment and I could have gone that way too if I didn't have strong women in my family, she didn't.
21st Apr 2012 10:18pm
A breathtaking look at how life can take
a terrible turn inside the heart of a hurt woman
who has not had the love she should have
You did a great write on your friends behalf
a terrible turn inside the heart of a hurt woman
who has not had the love she should have
You did a great write on your friends behalf
21st Apr 2012 10:44pm
Thanks Firebyrd. My walk was different, but I knew her pain. we spoke of it often, I tried to help, but sadly she couldn't make the turn just like so many others.
22nd Apr 2012 12:21pm
Thank you so much for writing this - even though it has left me sobbing (the monest of all critiques) I have a 13 yo daughter that I have had only peripheral contact with and this work has cut right to my core. Thank you again for writing such a beautiful piece and for making an old man see that there is still time left to mend bridges
Love and respect D x
Love and respect D x
There is always time,as long as breath is in us, always a way even when the fence is broken, never give up even when she turns away, she might one day turn around to you.
My father was not in my life and I never knew the man my mother loved and never want to know him, but as time went on, I got a chance to mead the fence before he too died, so never give up continue to hold out that hand.
My father was not in my life and I never knew the man my mother loved and never want to know him, but as time went on, I got a chance to mead the fence before he too died, so never give up continue to hold out that hand.
17th Dec 2013 3:53am
