I do not belong to your affluent society,
nor do I live at your mercy
A victim of social circumstances.
You sell your art and I bank on my flesh.
No body likes to be called by my name
for I am not a part of your fame..
yet you will sleep with me at night,
smelling my flesh gives u delight !
Don't you throw away your pounds!
Instead ,get some bones for your hounds !
I spit on the way this society refutes
For no body is a born prostitute !
Smriti Jha aka Redfiery
Copyright © Red Fiery | Year Posted 2011
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