Prostitution by Fabian Perez
I am intense. A sublime skeleton of existence
A fragment of thought which haunts many wives
A threat that lights up the valley of barren wombs
A subtle pleasure for an hour
With the grin of daemon mocking my feminine self.
Feminine self? Do they exist?
Baffled, he choked and Numbly I saw
The dancing corpses laughing to my misery
How unwomanly of a woman like me to see not choke
But I am intense.
They wonder if I feel a thing
After all, Lipsticks are a girl’s best friend
But I am no girl. I am an existence.
An intense existence!
Day after day, they satirize,
“Why do you do this?” and they begin.
My body has been trailed more by men than by blood.
I keep numb till they ask me to scream.
I am numb nonetheless.
I call them brother- Man is my brother
I…
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