Whore

A few bucks for the night.

Give him whatever he wants.

Do not speak.

Do not complain.

Just work.

It Used to be for pleasure you know.

But now, it ain't nothin' like that.

They call us names ya know?

Whores, prostitutes, hookers.

We ain't insulted, but we don't fucking appreciate it.

We are women of the night; a lower class of working women if you think about it.

Some of us got bosses just like the rest of you folks.

And we gotta do what the boss asks.

No arguing, No talking back.

Even we got "work etiquette".

For those who are laughing, shut up.

We aren't too different.

We get paid on comission- like some of ya.

We have our good nights and bad nights- everyone has those.

Some of us ain't got a fucking choice. Some of us do though.

Some of us are used to the lifestyle of Abuse. Of Drugs. Of Sex. Of Hell.

Same way some of you females are used to domestic violence from your husbands.

Same way some of you males go to play poker and need a drink every friday night with the boys.

Same way you lawyers and cops "fuck" everyone over, or same way you people can bring war and hell to those poor kids.....

Call us whores. Judge us. We are dirt and filth.

We are infected with disease.

But we do not fund wars, we do not cross the crack over at the border.

We simply recieve.

Yes we blow, we fuck and we get paid.

But what we do with one married man who has 3 kids

is nothing to what you folks do to the rest of the world.

Now Fuck Off and Let Me Work.

There was a Time

There was A time where you could have been mine.

Where it would have been your arms,

pulling me in for neverending embraces.
There was a time where we could have relied on each other.

It would have been me cheering you up,

making sure that everything is at your hearts content.

There was a Time where you could have held my hand.

Where it would be us staring at each other,

not caring about a damn thing but what the other has to say.

There was a time where I could have smiled because of you.

Where I would rise with the sun with a smile on my heart,

knowing you would be there to recieve it.

There was a time where we could have kissed.

It would have you feeling my soft lips,

along the hollow of your throat.

There was a time where I could have been your pillar.

Where I would stand by you through it all,

but not take it as an obligation; it would b a privilege.

There was a time where we could have made love.

Where it would b us exchanging passionate

touches, moans and stares.

There was a time where it could have been so much more.
But one can only wonder love, where has that time gone?