ProstitutionA Poem by Raven Wilson
You don't have to love me, or like me
But you damn well better respect me. I don't care who you are how much you make your model of car. You are not better than me. You will never be better than me. How I make my money is none of your concern After all, how much of your money have I earned? I don't lie about what I do What do you tell your wife when she asks you where you've been? Why is my profession considered a sin when the head of your church calls me in!? Don't think you're better than me it will never be true. I've never been ashamed of what I do Never Ashamed, How 'bout you? © 2010 Raven WilsonFeatured Review
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Added on January 20, 2010Last Updated on January 23, 2010 AuthorRaven Wilson~~, NYAboutMy name is Raven, I currently reside in a very obscure little town near the Canadian border in New York. At this moment I am eighteen years of age. My favorite topics deal with heartbreak, pain, loss,.. more..Writing
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