PROSTITUTION

PROSTITUTION
This once baby body of innocense
Glittering of oil mother rub
With a feel of softeness and tenderness
Bringing out truthful wishes
From young and old wrinkle lips
Causing heads turned and eyes unblink

Now the public trading store
The ground dumping of different
Dirts and fluid that stink
Now the body that lips rebuke
Saying it’s a curse to womanhood
Yet it’s only a survival means

A force to keep me moving
When empty space is all i see
Living me wit the dashed of my
formal hopes and dreams
this is a path i got into
thinking it’s an altenative to
my shattered hopes

but now can i stand this shame?
The hidden trade of no value
The trade that mama curse so much
The pain that can kill a mother
Yet the gossips won’t stop
how do i explain to womanhood?

What about dignity and morals?
Where have they gone to so soon?
Early days of my life
A torn shirt is a shame i fear
Now my penny i buy rags wit
Because this is a fashion that
Create awareness of my service

Shamelessness some call it
Sex hawking another rightful view
But PROSTITUTION is a name
That rings bell that even the deaf hear
Yet this survival have come to me
Fully accompanied with diseases
That i never knew nor heard before

Inside filled of me feelings of failure
Preventing me from walking tall
survival that i laid it all down for
unable to save me from my doom
only left me with regrets and shame
what a trade of total loss !

PROSTITUTION is the trade
I broke all the rules of decency
And earned all the ills of life !!!