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Thursday, December 9, 2010

A poem: The reality of porn


Oh those herpes itch,
Why do those guys call me a bi*ch,
Why can’t I get some respect?
I am a gorgeous porn star so what the heck,
Why won’t they take me seriously?
Why did I get Chlamydia, gonorrhea and P.I.D?
Why do all these other women hate me?
I am a good person,
I am very smart,
Why can’t my fans see past my cooter to my heart?
Why won’t these stalkers let me be?
Why does it hurt when I go pee?
I think I want this to all go away,
False fame, no real love, producers, porn stars and fans that want to use me,
No one knows who I really am,
No one can see my dreams and aspirations through a one sided cam,
I think I’ll go home now; I want to forget my past,
I want to find a true love that will appreciate “me” and last,
This business was no career,
It only fed off of my money and fears,
I feel battered and bruised,
I’m sick of the addictions,
The drugs I no longer want to use,
God help me,
God save me,
See past who I was and release me from this industry.

-         Jan Meza

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