Literary

I’ll smile till my face gets tore, Even dance for an extra encore. Add me to your dolls galore, I’m your submissive little whore!

For green bills and so I’ll give you a good show. Under this flickering dim light, I’ll be your darling for the night.

I was pretending to be a superstar But In fact, I was dancing with fire. Every step burns my soul, Every touch hurts all the more.

My limbs are tied to this very hell hole, And my life is set in this wonderfully scornful pole. Even so, every man is a good find for a dime, Every man is another gold mine.

Twist, turn, and spin, Inside I want to scream.

Step, lean, and bend, Disobey and I’ll get punished again.

People might call this slavery, But I call this easy money. After all, people hide a different version of hypocrisy,

But this is my own version of resiliency; This is the hustler’s cruel reality.