Look, he is coming with all his thoughts,
Me on his bed me on his cot,
“Go, Leave” I want to say,
But can’t he will pay.
They are the only people, who value me,
I don’t care if they want my body,
At least they want something in me,
Cause, others make me regret of my being.
I know they will tear and rip me off,
Still better than others who rape my rape and thoughts, I know I have risk off life in this, because I am just seventeen, a little blond miss.
I don’t feel bodies now,
But I do feel like a zombie, a living dead body
Now,
This is because of dissections that I have faced,
I have even forgotten the counts of my pays,
But these pay never came to me,
It went to man, who sold me,
But I am not an object I am a human being,
How can they sell me without I agreeing the deal,
I don’t know what to fell,
But I still feel protective in whole thing,
I don’t know what my rate is,
But I know I have value because I have been paid,
I don’t know where I will go,
Heaven or hell I really don’t know,
May be god have given both of them,
Heaven or Hell in this Bordello’s shell…
3 Feedback:
it nice starting to express your feelings among others. i wish you all the best and wish that you blogs get a good response and gain popularity..
Thanks buddy!!
Hoping to getmore these kinda responses...
how did u find the content??
this one's guud..lyked it..!! keep up the good work..!!! impressed!!!
Post a Comment