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I Am a Prostitute
As told to me in confidence Many years ago, This is her story Which I write here below. I am a prostitute Not that I wanted to be Life was difficult For the household and me. I turned to this life The style and living Nights were days Sans feeling and loving. My in-laws objected To this life in the beginning But later condescended For the money I was spinning. The earning was good Men too were useful When times were hard Their manipulation was skillful I had them old, young and handsome Beginners and veterans; Cheating husbands would come. I am sure my husband Would not be like them He was faithful, is still so Handsome though unkempt, I love him even more. I was advised an operation Decided my husband to inform I know he wouldn't object To my latest damned reform He wouldn't hear my voice nor see Me, his wife that needs to be Not that I enjoyed this life I live But the care to him I must give. He lies there in the bed Paralysed from foot to head. My husband means much to me I am a prostitute to earn his keep.
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