NO MANS LAND
She is finished; her mission done with ease
She feels great, grinning from ear to ear;
Her satisfaction exceeds everything; her joy.
She is programmed to kill;
To leave her victim paralysed with fulfilment
Tis the only thing she’s good at;
She executes her duty with professionalism;
Leaving her regulars wordless
She enjoys updating her chic,
Lest she be replaced in the service market.
Her technique, always refreshing;
You are guaranteed of a full package.
Nothing less than to expect; diversity always
Her patrons are left dazzled;
Snooping around wanting more
To them she is just a machine assembled to serve
They never notice her vulnerability and soft tissue
She looks rough no doubt; but she’s also weak.
Her spirit broken so many times
Like a wild horse; she refuses to be tamed now
She will never allow that side out in the open anymore
She does what she does; for it must be done
She is used to it now; she has accepted what others see to be a fact;
She is no man’s land…and can’t be blamed.
©Naa Takia, All rights Reserved 2012