It never crossed my mind that taking my clothes off for a couple of sweet words was beyond unethical.
You see, Prostitution is a trade-off between morals & money.
But what do you call it when you trade your morals for attention?
Society taught me, who I am, isn’t good enough,
Since then, I’ve been in search of validation,
& in return I left my body in complete annihilation,
Because I’m too busy living to give a damn about my education.
I’m too busy putting on make up because I don’t like the sight of my bare reflection.
My mind & body are in some sort of bittersweet altercation.
I seem to allure strangers that may never be properly introduced to my spirit but land up getting introduced to the demons in my head.
Their naked bodies creep in my bed smelling of another woman’s stench.
They, fondle my breasts,
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