My Moms An Escort

why did this have to be me (my life) a perfect mother by day but an escort by night i live in the biggest home have the best cars and i wear the prettiest clothes.... but only because my mother (is a hoe) different men.... more then one in a night she says she doesnt have sex (with all of them) but sex is not why i cry sex is not what its all about shes the talk of the town and the rumor at my high school she pays it no mind swaring its just a job but i see no time cards and she cashes no checks all the men keep telling me is (your next) (im next) but itll be a cold day in hell before i follow in my mothers (footsteps) why couldnt my mother be a normal one... or why couldnt i just be.... from another home