This poetry is about the pathetic plight of a stripper, who is compelled to tolerate the wrath of unwanted people.


Stripper



Amongst
the glamour of lights
and with beats
of sensual music
I shake my hips,
breasts and buttock
leaning against pole
to quench...
men's lecherous eyes
and their lust
for my dead flesh.
And to...
quench hunger...
hunger of my belly
and of my offspring's.

I pray...
pray...
pray to you,
Oh Lord!
Let me drink
ambrosia
so that,
I can attract those
spooky eyes...
and yes...
Oh Lord!
Shower me
clothes
so that...
I can strip...
I can strip.

Wangdi Gyalpo
6th March 2007







Poetry by Wangdi Gyalpo
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Written on 2007-03-08 at 11:58

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Zoya Zaidi
Dear Gyalpo, what an insight!
Yes, we hardly ever think about the amount of resolve, self restrain and the extent of helplessness and and poverty that leads to the turning of a human being into a stripper...
Excellent piece of empathetic work!
Welcome to the Bay!
((Hugs))
Love, Zoya
2007-03-08


Kathy Lockhart
wow this is powerful! so much depth of feeling here.
2007-03-08