Not for the faint of heart.

Do you pity me?

Do you ask me why?

Forgive me,

I should introduce myself,

I am a prostitute,

I did not choose this life,

My family did,

My father,

My mother,

My uncle,

My aunt,

I was born beautiful,

I was born into poverty,

I was sold into slavery,

I was raped to unusable,

I was taught to seek pleasure,

To give more than I received,

If I did not satisfy that part, 

I was beaten until consciousness was my dream.

While many young girls dream of being ballerinas,

I dream of a full belly, 

I dream of a sleeping through a sunrise,

I dream of a peaceful sleep that I have never seen,

I dream of not being forced awake,

I dream of the day that I am deemed useless,

Then maybe,

I can have the release of death,

That I have sought since childhood.