Thursday, January 21, 2010

Ex-XXX

I used to dance for crinkled one dollar bills.
I used to dance to The Knife and the other girls would look at me funny.
I used to twist my body around a silver pole scratched up by wedding rings.

An old man offered to buy me a car.
An old man asked me to spit in his mouch, he offered me 100 dollars.
An old man wanted to be choked.

Some wanted to lick our feet.

I sat on laps of men I wouldn't wanna touch with a ten foot pole.

I wached girls check their assholes in the cracked mirrors.
I watched girls suck in pregnant stomachs before going through the door and into the flashing lights.

We were constantly scrubbing ourselves down with antibacterial soap.

Just a normal day at the office.
Just what I had to do to keep off the street.
Just what was necessary until I found someone to take me in.

I am eternally grateful to the person who did.

I know most of the other girls will never be so lucky.

4 comments:

Eva said...

Sometimes life is dirty. Sometimes we need someone to save us. Sometimes we don't get saved. This was a powerful post. I love exploring your blog.

Chase said...

Thank you for sharing. The redemption in this story is beautiful. You are right, you're one of the lucky ones. It's awesome you recognize that.

Seriously, beautiful.

Stephanie C said...

This is amazing. You need to write a book. I will buy 666 copies.

Kanwalful said...

Wow... Beautifully expressed.