12:37 AM "Reflection of a Degraded Wench"
I looked at myself on the mirror;
slowly removing the wee dress
that covers my filthy body
As the clothe fells on the frigid floor I flinched;
when a sudden cold breeze brushed
the depth of my skin callously
My feculent hands quiver
the moment it travels on my bare chest
that aches from too much agony
The prolong tears streamed down
my pale and lymphatic face
as I remember what happened every night; behind every man's balcony
Being here on my state is not what I reverie,
but life is so hard and tyrant;
that will not bend on anyone's will
Writhing and dancing in front of many lewd men
was dehumanizing me deep from my soul
and t'was putting me at the inferiority
Taking off the small piece of clothe on my body
for the lustful eyes of a thirsty old, perverted man
is like removing the last strip of my dignity
Letting them leave grime on me
as their hands fondle my once pure and unmolested
body makes me feel small and dirty
I used to reserve everything for someone
who deserve to unearth the hidden pearl in the midst;
but being kissed by a man I don't love destroys everything
These thoughts resurface as I gawk at my naked self
that's been used for countless of times
just for the need of money
But 'it's okay now', I lied haplessly
as I get a touch on my scapular
that's always hanging righteously on my body
Being used like a submissive toy
makes me look like a solus trash
to the orbs of those hypocritical people
But I just turned a blind eye
and bury down the pain relentlessly
that's been prevailing in my body
I know it's facile for the people
to easily judge and degrade me
because they don't know every single piece of my story