The Stripper (100 Words)

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The Stripper  (100 Words)

The seductive stripper swayed onto the stage.

Her motions were as smooth as her glistening abdomen. Oscillating hips accentuated her beguiling figure.

Every graceful movement concealed her pain. Her sensual gyrations confirmed her loneliness.

Dancing to forget, she was poetry in motion.

She offered her nakedness to their lustful eyes.

Her sad eyes mirrored her dark and barren life.

Loud music reverberated in her heart like thunderbolts echoing in a cave. The songs failed to silence the cries inside her head.

The stripper communicated her passions through dance.

Unveiling her body to so many.

She revealed her soul to none.

 

169 thoughts on “The Stripper (100 Words)”

  10. Beautiful Pain by a Beautiful Woman, to An Ugly Lustful World.
    I cannot understand why God gave so many “Curves” to women, that Men Lust for seeing those curves or playing with those curves.
    God should have given Man also Breasts and Curves, so that they would not Envy us Women and Helpless Women would have need to expose their bodies to please men.

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  12. Wow! Intense. Is this the one that you were inspired to write? We try to forget out pain in whatever manner possible but the irony here is that she reveals everything that the eyes can see, yet conceals everything that they can’t. It takes one who knows to actually understand. Good stuff!

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  13. Amazing…she revealed her soul to noone – such powerful words these are!
    I remember writing a poem in Hindi about the life of a stripper…maybe I will post it on my blog some day with a translation! 🙂
    Cheers

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  16. I suppose it’s a type of self preservation that a stripper or exotic dancer; as some would prefer to be called these days, would need to feel that her soul is intact if her body is not. You captured her loneliness superbly.

    Be well, dear friend! xo

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  17. I have no experience of being a stripper (womankind the world over will be mighty relieved to hear), but your story strikes me as being psychologically very plausible, Drew. I can imagine that someone forced by circumstance into that line of work might well begin thinking of her body as something separate from herself, and so while she’s dancing, she is able to keep everything she really cares about separate and hidden from all those greedy, prying eyes.

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      1. That’s not how they feel you have no clue.
        Maybe you should walk into a strip club or clubs
        And ask them you think they feel sexy you think they feel good
        There cause of money and to take your money your mans
        Your husbands money it’s a job.
        Guess what and men give it a lot…

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  25. Oh, so true. “I don’t care who sees me naked, I do care who sees me crying…” – that’s a quote that I love. A body is a body, we all have the same parts. But your soul is unique, so to bare it is an enormous risk. Love this so much, Drew.

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  30. Wow! Amazing write! Very similar in ways but different environments. I often change personalities when a techno song plays. But behind my bold and assertive moves, behind this personality that emerges, is sadness which few know about. Well, except ya’ll now.

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          1. Donn’t worry about world coz dis does not understand dt why is dt stripper forced to do dt work.she is forcing by neccessity of life or her family.d world can only enjoy her show.those guys r neccessary for her bussiness.

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  36. Reminds me of Tina Turner’s song: Private Dancer.
    Love the last two lines of your poem! …they say so much in so few words, and really bring the rest of the poem into clear focus, very good progression throughout your poem.

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