A Stones Throw- By Elma Mitchell: Prostitute's Response

You think this is the way I wanted to live, I’ve been through a lot and yes I have Sinned, But tell me are you perfect? Tell me you have never sinned before? All my life I’ve wish to go through a different door, But yet I am stuck here searching for happiness And all you do is judge me, I know I’ll never be good enough I know I’ll never be the best, And yet behind all of your anger and rage You too have felt pain, Saving stones you’ll throw some other day? But if you haven’t sinned then be the one to cast the first stone, Maybe I like the idea of soothing your sadistic crave, Nothing I’ve never felt before? You compare it with the rough touch of a man's touch on my body? Nothing I’ve never felt before? You think this is just my little game? And you think I play it well? You don’t know how much I cry. When you yell at me “I pray you burn in hell”. Sometimes I wish I could just disappear and make it all end. Then I met a man, Instead of judging me he said “go and sin no more Let he who has not sinned cast the first stone”. Who was he? He was no ordinary man he despised those who had judged, Instead he understood me with a heart filled with love.