Purple Skin (English Sonnet)

[Shadow Poet]

She is that simple whore across the street
Who wishes for a man to love her more
Than for her flesh, her life is incomplete
The things that she would do for one more score
Her dark addiction keeps her soul in gloom
I met her once when she was damn near dead
That was before the poison did consume
Her heart which broke upon the floor and bled
Last night I heard her screaming for her dad
To stop it as he climbed on top of her
I heard that high-pitch ring and echo mad
Which caused my spine to tingle and to stir
Oh, who will have him punished for his sin
I saw her bruised today with purple skin

[planet earth]

I love the search for the human being here. First in the Whore and then in the sinner, where is the human being, where is the spirit. The way we look at things is on the surface we don't go deep into human beings.

You remind me of an Islamic story about a whore, who gave water to a thirsty dog. When she did tha God thanked that to her, and forgave her. He saw through her and knows she deserves pardoning.

Great, short and to the point.

[Shadow Poet]

I love the search for the human being here. First in the Whore and then in the sinner, where is the human being, where is the spirit. The way we look at things is on the surface we don't go deep into human beings.

You remind me of an Islamic story about a whore, who gave water to a thirsty dog. When she did tha God thanked that to her, and forgave her. He saw through her and knows she deserves pardoning.

Great, short and to the point.


Thank you for your detailed response. Please, take care.

[malcolmx]

beautiful sonnet i like it.