The Stripper

The Stripper short poem

She showed up in a faded dress of beige
Quite decent, till the time when she sat down
And then again when she has crossed her legs
This time though, there’s no charge for what she’d shown

‘The clothing shortage did affect your dress? ‘
‘Oh, this skirt? That is to announce my job.’
‘But what you’ve worn has seen much better days.’
‘I have to save for all the folks I love.’

‘Relax, ‘ I said, ‘ you’re not to work but paid
You need not strip, just tell me what I’ll ask
Because I’ll write your story now instead
And will that be, to you, a harder task? ‘

She was among those nameless refugees
Fleeing from tyranny and poverty
Whose skills by hand and mouth might have been less
But in body and face she’s got plenty

To orphans of the war she has to share
This, I was told by her before we part
Some thought, they have seen everything of her
But I could say, they have not seen her heart.

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Reyvrex Questor Reyes

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♪ ♫ Well, I guess, it could be said that if my knowledge and wisdom were converted to wealth, I may humbly say, in all honesty, that I am not a millionaire. But if out of my two cents, you would agree to accept one of it, then, I could proudly say, in all modesty, that I have done charity.♥
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Such a touchingly insightful poem about the flip side of life, one which may escape recognition altogether. Kudos @Reyvrex_Reyes

Swathi Rao

An empathy in this poem, combined with the grim realities.. we often have less time to contemplate the situations we never had to parse, and hence we have no time to such… But poems as this, shall make a few to think, and help were they can. Inspiring.