I am a Prostitute

Contemporary Poetry Anthology by Santosh Kumar Biswa

I am a Prostitute

I am a prostitute, yes, I am, ‘Cause it is you, you, and you who made. Out of your lust, you made me to believe, So did I, and gave you my all. But, in the nick of time you went away, And you and you too, leaving me incomplete.

Whom shall I believe? What should I do? No choice in hand than to sell my flesh and live, ‘Cause my parents left me and my society too, Not that I am bad but, because of you, you and you, And gave my name, a prostitute, so proudly.

I do it, not out of choice but for my livelihood, ‘Cause you made me an object of rejection, Which can be used for a while and then not. I am bartered and tortured so mercilessly, And become valueless when with them, And I behave at their will ‘cause I am paid for it.

Contemporary Poetry Anthology by Santosh Kumar Biswa

On my bed, I shed my tears when alone, Thinking 'bout all with love and life. Like you, I too would like to have a home and kids, But, you, you and you vandalized my life, And pushed me into the darkness, Washing off my happiness forever.

Tell me, who will take me for life? Neither you, nor you and you would, ‘Cause I am a prostitute, an object to pay and use. Neither do I have values nor am respected, But, I do myself and will do until I die.

Enough now, don't spoil any more, You, you and you already spoiled me. Not with your lust will you make promises, But, with truth in your heart, shall you and only one, For a clean world, not filled with, one of my kind.

Your blood, should you remember, Before you think about lust, So that your instinct can control you, And no more prostitutes be born again, Out of such a dirty play with the life of anyone.

Contemporary Poetry Anthology by Santosh Kumar Biswa

Think not I am a prostitute and saying it, But, think that these are the calls from innocent girls, Before late, they befall like me, even your blood.