• amayra 177w

    I do not belong to your affluent society
    nor do I live at your mercy.
    A victim of social circumstances.
    You sell your art and I bank on my flesh
    No body likes to be called by my name for I am not a part of your fame.
    yet you will sleep with me at night, smelling my flesh gives u delight!
    Don't you throw away your pounds? Instead ,get some bones for your hounds..
    I spit on the way this society refutes For no body is a born prostitute!

    -Untold stories