PROSTITUTE'S SONA Poem by JENYWrote for the contest Poetry Form of AlbertPROSTITUTE’S SON Same shame I felt When they asked me Who is my father.
When they asked me Why my mother works in the night
When they asked me Why my mother is not coming to see me.
But my classmates knew a prostitute is bad
But lessons said a prostitute is bad
But, my restless soul is searching for a way out
But money I pay is that of a prostitute Money I pay is that of men who pay a prostitute
My boarding fee is that of a prostitute My tuition fee is that of a prostitute.
It is still eating a prostitute’s food I want to vomit what I eat
To escape from this cage Into which I am born,to pay for a sin,not mine. © 2010 JENYFeatured Review
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