She wears a short clothes,
Glittery dresses with high heels,
Fakes her smile with the dark lipstick.
Whenever she goes out,eyes with always down,
auctioned body,her soul means nothing.
She owned,as a thing,
Everyday with everynight,
Different faces stares her with lusty eyes.
She learned to dance with poles,
These creepy man just need the hole.
A deny one day could choak her throat,
Ofcourse,How could she refuse,with money she was brought.
At the age of 11 her body started bleeding,Its not mensturation,its men-pentrating,
Several slaps,several beats,but no-ones to cares.
Make-ups everyday,she is tired of perfumes,
Cries her heart out,when she watches caring grooms.
but her life is a waste,no book,no love,
Forced to be touched in the beds and clubs.
the pain her body sends her to hell,
Suffering from many diseases and AIDS.
Dreams to flee and survival her hopes;
And,when she realised,She can’t escape but stay,
Convinces,herself saying ” I save Rape Everyday”.
Society called them “PROSTITUTES”…