CALL GIRL

While the ones’ betrothed pre paid,
she was paid per view.
Men who ruptured her soul,
closed ones’ who robbed off her youth.

Broken concrete,
she traded her body for freedom
thinking the pain will be washed off.

Waitin for the one to come by her side
Shall not one bard arise?
Oh brothers open your eyes,
For your sisters are taking up a fight
one, for win,not one to dream about.

she’s pleading, her body full of scars
Whipped, used, no love nor honor.
Different ‘gentlemen’ claimin they her owner 
She has no choice but to submit to the other.
Both the man and girl disposing their ‘lust’
THE LATTER A PROSTITUTE WHILE THE OTHER A FREE MAN?
The night passes but the bruises still fresh,
Echoes filling up the dark room..


Together we could raise our voices and actions seen,
If so we pray to thee
Shall one day light shone through the caged rooms,
Turned keys, free girls
Step by step they walk out hand in hand
Legit smiles on their face, oh what a brand new start!

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