I met her on a Saturday night in Sin City
a long legged vixen
who wore scantily clad clothing
while strutting down the Las Vegas street
her stilettos moving in rhythm to Satan’s heartbeat

She mistook me for a John
so I had to respond that I was simply
in Vegas for a weekend vacation
I wasn't seeking an hour of sexual gratification

She told me she was simply a working woman
trying to put food on her table
I said her she would always remain spiritually hungry
until she sought salvation and left Lucifers stable

She asked me about salvation?

I told her
salvation lies in surviving spiritual struggles
striving to save your soul from damnation
the realization that sometimes we have to endure a lifetime of suffering
in order to free ourselves from the claws of Satan

She asked if I was a preacher
I told her I was merely a poet
then admittedly
she confessed to me that she used to write poetry in her journal
prior to meeting her pimp


She then began to recount to me the story of her tormented childhood

Her mother was a drug addict
serving time in prison for armed robbery
she could barely contain
her sorrow and pain
when she admitted to not knowing her biological father

At the age of 10
she became a victim of incest
molested while living in a foster home
by a teenage boy who used his fingers to fondle her protruding breast

At age 11
she was penetrated by her foster father’s erection
she wanted to tell her social worker but felt threatened
she felt so filthy
that at times she sit in the bathroom for hours
using soap and a wash cloth trying in vain
to scrub away the shame and depression

When she turned 16
she ran away
seduced by a charismatic pimp
who promised her love, money and paid her compliments
he constantly complimented her curvaceous body
boosting her self confidence

He drove her to Vegas
bought her a diamond ring with baguettes
but his charisma and charm
quickly turned to death threats and bodily harm
he told her that she would have to sell her body for sex
to help pay off his gambling debts

She was held hostage
by this predatory pimp
who preyed on her naivety
Lucifer had lured her into prostitution
the world’s oldest profession
he put a pistol to her head
and forced her into prostitution in order to pay him back for material possessions

She became an exotic dancer and started to strip
then her pimp forced her to walk the strip
and in a fit of anger
her would often beat her with a wire coat hanger
eventually stripping her of all self confidence

I shuddered in anger when she showed me the welts on her back

She trembled
while recalling the night when she was raped by 3 men
who deposited there semen
now she doesn't even see men
as men
because of the sexual demon
that was injected within
her womb

Her life was tragic
her pimp’s behavior became erratic
she thought she was going to die last night
when he grabbed a semiautomatic
started actin' psychopathic
forcing her to walk the strip at 3am in the morning
to support his drug habit

I listened while she told me her life story
it hurt me deeply
being the father of a daughter
and I never wanted to imagine a man
molesting my angel

I viewed her as a harlot when I met her
misconstrued her as a woman who wore a scarlet letter
but now I viewed her as a Survivor

She had the potential to become a modern day apostle
so I encouraged her to preach her ghetto gospel
to save the souls of young girls who've been led astray
by pimps who prey on children
forcing them to work in sex brothels

A pimp will tell you that you're sitting on a gold mine
but I want you to tell you that your inner essence is divine
and your mind is more precious than gold
so it's time to stop casting your pearls to the swine

Living in a city infested with sin
where morality is often compromised
it’s easy to forget that your most sacred possession
isn’t in between your thighs
I pray my anointed words help you realize
your body is priceless

I pray that you find the courage to leave your pimp
God will defend you
I pray that you resume writing poetry
and begin performing at poetry venues
and call out those men who continue
to demean women on a daily basis
you are not a ho, whore or stripper

Woman
the divine presence of God dwells within you
I can see that God is within you
I can see the Goddess within you

And those marks on your back aren’t scars
They are the remnants of wings you once had
because you are a fallen angel

You are most beautiful when your not undressin'
I encourage you to embrace the mirrors reflection
if you want to know who your father is
you only need to look to God in heaven

The reason your pimp beat you
and never told you that you are the most sacred woman on earth
is because it takes a man with spiritual eyes
to recognize
a woman’s worth!