Porn’s Fine

It’s impossible to talk about sex-trafficking without also addressing the industry that feeds it: pornography. Here’s a poem I wrote for all those who insist, “Pornography is fine. It helps men have a healthy outlet for their sexuality.”

PORN’S FINE

Don’t worry, lover, porn’s fine.
Every night your man rapes a screen with his eyes
and trades your warmth for a digital high
but don’t worry, porn’s fine.

We weren’t meant to be deprived,
porn guarantees we’ll be satisfied,
gorged on lust all our lonely lives.

Don’t worry, daughter, porn’s fine.
Because your lust-fed uncle stumbled to your bed
and fell on you while you gulped and cried,
don’t worry, porn’s fine.

Porn stars love their exotic lives
of being worshiped, adored and prized,
used like a horse till their souls have died.

Mother, whose hope fell hard as wood
on the locked door where your son hides,
don’t worry, porn’s fine.

 

* Inspired by Stephen Crane’s “Do Not Weep, Maiden, For War is Kind”