The love was pure,
cuz she was a whore.
I was young and naive,
for a lover I use to strive.
Nobody cared or understood me,
they only cared when I tried to be free.
Not obliging with the shit culture of the society,
they hated my glee.
Inside was scared and lonely,
but had to pretend all manly.
All this was never understood,
like in the sea a log of wood.
Then it happened,
I was stunned.
She was like an angel with the heaven’s key,
never seen before a site to see.
It was real,
I could feel.
She gave me everything she had,
helping me to become a man from a lad.
I had what she needed and She had what I wanted,
with an arrangement our wishes were granted.
She was honest and respected my feelings too,
it seemed too good to be true.
She held my hand and told me about her life,
about her kids and being a 2nd wife.
She was a good soul I felt bad,
“It’s life,” she said, “Don’t be sad”.
I felt guilty for what I did,
she raised my head and said,
“It’s not like the relationship with my husband .”
“but a mutual one to keep my kids fed”.
She told me how police makes money off her work,
how she is scared of diseases she can get infected,
how people treat her like an object,
and her human rights government has rejected.
Sex work is a work better than begging she said,
you go to offices to work I work in a bed.
Those words were full of honor and pride,
for the society I was mortified.
Respect to the sex workers for their social help,
for the society where no one listens to their screams or yelp.
Fuck the culture that says it’s wrong,
a society whose faith in their imaginary friend is too strong.
All the downtrodden calls them whores,
They may sell their bodies but their souls are pure,
but you GOD fearing society abiding money mongering corporate lover motherfuckers,
are whores to the core.
So go fuck yourself judgemental assholes,
cuz I’m not alone with these thoughts there are more.