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!