Prostitution! Prostitution! Prostitution
She was once a virgin, Pure and Pristine
A heart of Gold she had, Great and Loving
She was beautiful and bold
And now, she's been sold
Tears, pain became the order of her day
As she has no one to express her pain
Prostitution!!!
Out of delusion,
She was sold into Prostitution
If wishes were horses, she'd ride
For this was not the life she desired
As years passed by, leaving no hope for rescue
And no work to live by
How would she get her belly full
Exhibitionism, she gladly embraced
Exposing her body, was her daily race
Not her fault, she's not to be blamed.
She's only a prostitute not a wild animal to be tamed
YOU ARE READING
Prostitute in Destitute
PoetryA poetry expression of the pain behind the smile of a prostitute who never wished to be.
