sábado, 21 de enero de 2012


Don't look at me like that Madame.
I am a bitch
just like you.

I am your husband's
sexual slave
when you are tired
and your kids are asleep.

I also thought
I could never do it.
But I left my heart
that useless organ
gives no money
but headaches.

Don't be so silly Madame.

I closed my eyes
and went ahead.
I did it,
and He paid for it.
I felt pity for him,
He showed none
for me.

But I sucked,
I ride,
I went on,
I received my money
and I went nowhere
to wipe my tears

Don't be hypocritical Madame.

I'm a bitch
just like you
I sell my body
to everyone
you sell it
to just one.  

Picture: Picasso-Weeping Woman

4 comentarios:

  1. WOW! What brought THAT on?--grin!

    A good piece of narrative writing Anne Frank! Sorry, it just sort of startled me (HA!) who am I kidding?

    Do we not all 'sell ourselves' in one way or another? I feel so non-macho...because i could never engage in sexual activities--paid or not--without some feelings , some tenderness, some bit of passion or compassion. (Maybe I need psychiatric treatment?--grin!

    But you have brought out the truth of so MANY situations of that nature. Good. Short.
    Thank You.

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  3. soooo true. So very true. In so many ways we are whores in disguise.