Exploitation
Exploitation
Exploitation - that’s the name of the game
Exploitation- Just so much total pain
Should be torture, criminality
But no never – not when it’s done to me.
A whole life lost
With no way out
That it’s so wrong
There’s just no doubt.
Not quite perfect
Not good enough for them
As image means everything
To these particular men.
Because I’m old, fat ugly,
I don’t stand a chance
They will not let me be myself
Refusing me romance
So I do it all – EVERYTHING,
Then it’s stolen
And they say
It’s not a sin.
It's all shared out,
Between my 'friends'
So they wont tell
How bad it ends.
My mind plundered
My heart broken
Just how much
Remains unspoken.
When is a crime not a crime?
When it’s applied to me.
Even though they have it all,
They still won’t set me free.
FREEDOM OF SPEECH - FREEDOM OF THOUGHT - FREEDOM OF EXPRESSION
AN END TO REAL SLAVERY
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