Call Girl

Call Girl

By Muriel Palanca



Hit the digits. Hit and run.

Hit me up; a call for one.

He says he wants to have some fun.

I’ll do my job until he comes.



Stain the sheets, Spread legs apart.

This fool could never break my heart.

A night for him that tops the charts,

For me it’s over before it starts.



He’s just like all the other guys.

He trusts my smile and lipstick lies.

There’s something money cannot buy,

And I can’t find it in his eyes.



Would I want his sickly joy?

I’m just a game to all these boys.

A thing to touch, a mangled toy,

Used too much and left destroyed.



Going home to an empty room,

A silent hollow that still consumes.

The radio plays my favorite tune,

“All the Same”. It ends too soon.



I try to sleep in my own bed.

Close my eyes because I’m seeing red.

Moans and screams that wake the dead

‘Cause they never seem to leave my head.



If I could have a heart to break,

I’d make the love I love to fake,

And in this world of give and take,

Can someone save me for my own sake?



Inside out, I’m bruised and sore.

Do you think I’m worth fighting for?

Though I’m broken, can I be yours?

To just be loved, I’d want nothing more.



Time to make a call of my own.

A sound of hope with the dial tone,

A thousand rings but no one’s home.

I guess I’m really all alone.



Far from here I might forget

This underworld I’d care for less.

I’d find some peace and happiness

But my lifeline hasn’t answered yet.


Author's Notes/Comments: 

I was watching this special on TV about call girls, prostitutes, exotic dancers and porn stars. They were talking about how they have to do it to survive and pay of the bills. I know people say that they should get a real job and not sink so low, but seriously and realistically, a person makes a lot more money on the sex industry than flipping burgers. There are many other factors that contribute to why they do what they do and a lot of it is a culmination of bad circumstances in their lives that they have done their best to deal with.
So to all those people that look down on people that work in the sex industry, I think you should get off of your high horse and stop judging people. Instead of criticizing, I think you should take a closer look at them and their situation and try to see that they are living people that think and feel and hurt. Although their jobs are questionable at best, they ARE NOT what they do. It is a JOB, not who they are. As human beings, they deserve a certain amount respect...or at least some common courtesy.
Before you judge, take a walk in their hooker heels for a night.

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