She spins around the pole
Twisting and turning
Just like when she sleeps
She thinks of everyone's stares
She feels safe here in the club
She's 'asking for it'
But what about when her shift is over
Fully clothed
Nobody knows about her occupation
She's a women
Does that give men the right to ruin lives
To touch flesh that's already been touched and bruised and abused
From hours upon hours of practise
For her job
But also for dancing
She is in control
On the stage
She demands the stares and she gets them
But not on the street
Fully clothed and all she wants to do is blend in
It doesn't matter if you know what her occupation is
Sex workers aren't on shift when they get harassed on the streets
You don't know what may have happens to make them get here
Desperation or choice nobody knows except these private people themselves
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Poems on a dark night 🖤
PoetryPoems. Mostly written at night. Inspired by some of life's biggest tragedy's or questions. Just trying to make art out of my thoughts and I would really appreciate any reads and votes this book may get. 🌸🥀🌹👠🌴🍃🌻🌼🌞🌚🖤👽💀👻🤘🏼
