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PROSTITUTE WITH LOVE
The corner is where she stood on many cold night.
Her body was always ready and always on sale every night.
Hers is truly a story that is far from easy to tell.
It truly is a sad tale of a mother that only meant well.
Her love for her child was sincere and it is true that for it she walked through fires of hell. Her body was for sale for many different prices on many different nights. But always for free to crooked cops just so that she could avoid cold nights in jail cells.
Even when it felt wrong she still prayed that her body did not fail before she had completed her motherly duty of raising her boy well. With time however her body began to fail. She became frail, her skin turned pale and yet even as her eyes appeared sunken they still shone like pearls on a beach with every thought of her son because above all else she knew she had raised him well.
He grew up and indeed was her pride for she knew that though the fires of hell had scorched her feet, she had raised him well. When it was time, she held no ill feeling towards her dear lord for she knew it was his will that she raise her son well.
She breathed her last and gave in to death with a smile for she knew she had completed her task and she had raised him well.
His mother the prostitute died.
©Dakwesta2016DUP (All Rights Reserved)
Her body was always ready and always on sale every night.
Hers is truly a story that is far from easy to tell.
It truly is a sad tale of a mother that only meant well.
Her love for her child was sincere and it is true that for it she walked through fires of hell. Her body was for sale for many different prices on many different nights. But always for free to crooked cops just so that she could avoid cold nights in jail cells.
Even when it felt wrong she still prayed that her body did not fail before she had completed her motherly duty of raising her boy well. With time however her body began to fail. She became frail, her skin turned pale and yet even as her eyes appeared sunken they still shone like pearls on a beach with every thought of her son because above all else she knew she had raised him well.
He grew up and indeed was her pride for she knew that though the fires of hell had scorched her feet, she had raised him well. When it was time, she held no ill feeling towards her dear lord for she knew it was his will that she raise her son well.
She breathed her last and gave in to death with a smile for she knew she had completed her task and she had raised him well.
His mother the prostitute died.
©Dakwesta2016DUP (All Rights Reserved)
Published 30th Apr 2016
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5th Jun 2016 00:03am
Some prostitutes look on the bright side - they pretend that man they are with loves them - at least on a viseral, animal level at least for the few seconds his semen is flowing. While for other whores, each penis represents a rapist forcing himself on you. For the woman is submitting only because she's "forced" by her lack of money (or her lack of a good job because she lacks the education to get one)..Yes, the cup that is half full for some is half empty for others.
