LIFE’S A BITCH AND TIME IS HER PIMP

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Recently I have read news articles and seen TV programs about  sex trafficking from Eastern Europe to the UK and  Northern Ireland. I was shocked and saddened so I wrote this poem. I have to apologise for some of the words and situations that I have addressed here  they are not nice, they are not nice at all! Life is not nice life is sometimes a bitch and sometimes  time spent here is not good. So please forgive my language.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Life is full of promises that it cannot keep. You never have enough money HA! honey don’t make me weep. Your house is never big enough or warm enough. So what  you keep moaning about what you have and you have not. People have had to cope with shit like this since the year dot.

Night is a damp cold alley pretty dimly lit your the freezing body, back aching as you lean through the car window smiling at some dumb shit.

Menace is the smelly hooded guy standing at your rear he says he is there for your safety but it is  him and not these punters that you really fear.

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Life is full of promises that it cannot keep. You never have enough money HA! honey don’t make me weep. The kids are never satisfied, there is never enough to eat the walls are all so damp that they have colds and coughs on repeat.

Fear is a darker alley, field or even hotel room, where is that useless pimp when you need him… well he is not here in this stinking room. You don’t know this man from jack shit yet are expect to open up and give it how he wants and smile while he does it. Your pimp ? well he is happy he took the money up front so he is nowhere to found while you are here risking your c###.

Dismay is what you feel when you get your pay not enough to live on not enough to see you  through the day. Is it really worth it, you stop and ask yourself , you left your mother and your home land tempted by tales of wealth. Was it worth the lorry ride across Europe no room to move or piss all cooped up inside.

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Was it worth the filthy cramped room your forced to live in with the children you have had and all the other girls living skin to skin. Is it worth the pennies you are allowed to keep your dream is a square meal and somewhere private to sleep.

Is it worth the police raids they get worse each time the pimps get away with it and you get a hefty fine. They say that will brake up the sex gangs and the eastern Europe runs. They say they will sort them out , well arrest the pimps and the bums!

Life is full of promises that it cannot keep. You never have enough money HA! honey don’t make me weep. Your house is never big enough or warm enough. So what  people have had to cope with shit like this since the year dot. Until you have had to live like this you have no room your woes to tell consider being trafficked across  Europe and ending up in this living hell.

20 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. stephenedwards425
    Jul 05, 2012 @ 21:46:51

    Thanks Willow…I keep thinking if we focus the light on this enough, won’t eventually something be done, won’t people see, know, and understand that we are reducing our daughters to the level of cattle, or worse.

    I will admit it is difficult to stay encouraged, considering this is the world’s oldest profession. But even if our words help only one, won’t the one be forever grateful?

    I realize there are times when our approaches seem naive and quaint, but I still remember all those who offered a helping hand and wise advice back in the days of my wayward youth. Although at the time it seemed like it made little difference, the truth is I carried their words for the rest of my life. Eventually those tiny seeds sprouted and bore so pretty amazing fruit.

    So keep writing…as I’ve told you before…we need your clear pure voice…now more than ever.

    Be encouraged!

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  2. willowdot21
    Jul 05, 2012 @ 21:58:19

    I have written about this before and no doubt I shall again, and again until as you say a spark ignites. It is such a sad situation for these poor women to find themselves in but it all needs to be said and said again and again. It makes me tired just thinking of it. I think the first poem I wrote on this subject was about the under aged sex trade in China.Thank you for your support. A sad thought that I have to write poems about this subject?

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  3. granbee
    Jul 05, 2012 @ 22:44:27

    Crying for you and praying for you, willowdot! Love and hugs to you!

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    • willowdot21
      Jul 06, 2012 @ 11:17:55

      If only granbee we could make a difference !! I shall shout out for those who cannot be heard until I run out of voice, are silenced or I am heard and get what I want for them! Thank you so much for your support I am empowered by it. Hugs back to you.

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  4. Mr.memo
    Jul 06, 2012 @ 06:17:53

    woow i love the title,
    One day you will make a good political person

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    • willowdot21
      Jul 06, 2012 @ 11:14:06

      If I were a politician I would legalize prostitution, set up medical checks for those who choose to work in the sex trade and a whole new set of laws to make sure the workers and the clients were safe. I would have all the pimps, work gang leaders and everyone involved in trafficking arrested and given large prison sentence shame I cannot do more!

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  5. Missus Tribble
    Jul 06, 2012 @ 10:18:43

    This right here is why I am in favour of legalised prostitution. There are prostitutes and rent boys who do it because they actually WANT to, who are NOT at the mercy of pimps and either belong to an agency or work for themselves. They are the ones who don’t have to be on the streets at night and can afford a second flat for the purpose, or swanky hotel rooms.

    Nobody should ever be forced into the sex industry. Any considerate client would surely want to know that the person they were hiring for the evening/night was doing it of their own free will – otherwise it’s rape.

    I do know that the prostitutes in Amsterdam are well cared for, protected by law and have regular sexual health checks. Probably they are some of the cleanest prostitutes in the world.

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    • willowdot21
      Jul 06, 2012 @ 11:06:48

      Yes It is heart breaking, my heart goes out to those of them how have endured long uncomfortable and illegal journey in hope of a better life only to find themselves up to their necks in debt and being forced to do a job that they hate and one that terrifies may of them. Thank you for your support!

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      • Missus Tribble
        Jul 06, 2012 @ 12:00:37

        Many years ago I was in so much debt as a single parent that I seriously began to consider prostituting myself – but I knew deep down that I would never be able to give myself to a stranger for money. For this reason alone I feel terrible for those who find themselves in the industry through circumstance or by force.

    • willowdot21
      Jul 06, 2012 @ 12:17:21

      There are so many reasons why women, girls and boys believe that prostitution is the answer to their problems . Sadly more than often they just add to their problems. Unscrupulous people wander around the streets and roads of towns and cities recruiting runaways boys and girls the make them think they are special, in some way favoured by the recruiter! Then they are blackmail, forced cajoled into working and some of them suffer terribly and God help them if they get pregnant or catch a disease .
      No Chick you made the smart decision you kept body and soul, heaven forbid what could of happened to you out there… that sounds so dramatic sitting here in my warm, tidy home , yes my life is far from carefree and having worries and problems but it is so much better than life out there on the street, living in a shitty flat probably on drugs … I would probably be dead by now. No lets say we are the lucky ones how ever bad we feel at times.

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      • Missus Tribble
        Jul 06, 2012 @ 12:35:13

        Unless you count cigarettes (which I quit three years ago), alcohol and the occasional spliff over the years, I’ve never had any interest in drugs. Being forced to live on benefits because I couldn’t go out to work was my problem. As an ex council tenant I’ve had my share of shitty flats with drug dealers for neighbours, and it’s soul-destroying. I almost had a nervous breakdown in one flat because of the noise-making drug dealer above me and the fact that the biggest, ugliest spiders I have ever seen invaded my space as often as four times a DAY!

        Looking back at my life now, it’s clear that my previous husband did me a favour by causing me to get evicted (he was drinking the rent money and I found out too late). The Romany Gypsy in my blood (my great-grandmother was pure Romany) wouldn’t have been able to fly the coop and travel, staying with friends and briefly settling in places. I’d never have met my current husband and wouldn’t have a wonderful relationship, comfortable lifestyle or a nice cosy home.

        In the past I have felt as trapped as the poor immigrant girls that you write about here. I wish there was something in place to help them build a life in our country after they manage to be freed from the pimps who sell them like cattle.

      • willowdot21
        Jul 06, 2012 @ 12:49:31

        Yes these girls need help and there should be help for them. Actually I think a lot of them get sent back from whence they came…. even sadder. All that effort all that grief only to end up back where they started only now ( in their eyes) sullied dirty debased.
        The life you survived is very similar to a friend of mind, single parent, through divorce, depression her child taken into care , bad flats not much help there is so much we need to address you for our young women too. She got her little boy back her sister helped her. Happy ending for her too accidentally meeting Mr Right who over the years has made her happy and less nervous.
        Yes we should do more there is a lot of room for improvement!

  6. zendictive
    Jul 06, 2012 @ 10:32:10

    the fact that you do adress the problems shows your charactor… right on!
    bows (~_~) humble a warrior of virtue only draws its sword upon those who are dispicable towards others and takes their honor by shaming others, sometimes words are all you have to fight the villians.

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    • willowdot21
      Jul 06, 2012 @ 11:02:37

      Yes that is so true Art we can only do our best and when words are all we have we must use them. I hate the way people treat people I really do not understand this world.

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  7. Maryam
    Jul 06, 2012 @ 15:03:40

    Go Willow! This was so powerful, so beautiful.

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  8. Mira Jay
    Jul 07, 2012 @ 15:51:00

    Another scream on behalf of the silenced…Bows for the mission you’re adopting. Hugs

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  9. eof737
    Jul 29, 2012 @ 05:12:15

    Tragic. A topic we all need to engage in and spread the word on.

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    • willowdot21
      Jul 29, 2012 @ 11:22:04

      Again I was prompted to write this after read a news paper article of sec trafficking in this country and in fact not far from the area I live in. I was horrified at the age of some of these poor illegal girls and young women.Even worse exploited by their own!

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