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Poetry: Prostitution

by Suja

Perihelion

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Swinging around going my way

Seeing tomorrows that fade away

Dig me a hole and bury me soon

From a mothers womb

Who sought me not?

I didn't choose this fate

Slumming around in the dumps

Waiting with a painted face

Raising my skirts often too

Trashed i was, a nobody's child

Neither feeling nor sensing life

With hand me downs

And borrowed dreams

Sashaying around with tiny feet

Nary a care just a tumbleweed

An embrace, words of love

Is all i want and seeking more

Was i born to sin, looks askance

Stench filled mats and lecherous men

On the prowl when evenings come

Pimp who then takes it all

Doing it for soup and a bread

I care not, i sing and dance

As if on cue, then i melt away

Back to the gutters and running slime

My life, my own, my very life

Close to the sun slowly dying
A perihelion just burning away

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