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
behind,
hidden,
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
alone.
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
Picture: Picasso-Weeping Woman
WOW! What brought THAT on?--grin!
ResponderEliminarA 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.
PEACE!
This is deep.
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ResponderEliminarsoooo true. So very true. In so many ways we are whores in disguise.
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