GRACE'S POEMS AND QUOTES GRACIA GERNALE WRITES, THE TRADER
The TraderMy story...
I am engaged in
a flesh trade
The only job I know
I was introduced
by my mentor
No other than
Who bore me
She gave me her crown
When I was young as eleven
I was virgin
She sold my virginity
for a small penny
I cried ,I beg
But the trade industry
Has no mercy
Lust must be satisfied
No matter how loud
I have cried...
I sold my body
To hundreds of men
They earn from me
In my flesh trade
I gained all the connections
From goons,politicians
and policemen
because they slept with me
My business requires no name
No surname only pen name
I hate my life
But I do not have a choice
This is the only world
Where I feel I belong
The world is cruel
Do I have another choice?
I do not know how to
read and write
I only know how to
drink and dance wild
Why of all those
Authors
Why my mother
Duplicates her fate to mine?
I could have been a nurse
When I was not raped and
sold to pedophiles.
Now ,you see me at the street
Living in a day to day basis
Selling my body
To those fat wallet pigs
I have no more tears
I only want to share my story
For you to learn from me
Mothers teach your children
To become someone
Not to teach them to
be just your someone
Pity are those young
and exploited souls
Those children
who lives
a life full of regrets
because ,
They
cannot choose
What life to live
They have no right
to choose
Who will love them
Who will be their
cruel parents
Like me,
I never had a choice
Why until now
I live in this lonely street.
Are you a good parent?
This is my story
About yours?
BY
Gracia Gernale AsianPoet
COPYRIGHT TO
Poetess Gracia Gernale AsianPoet
