Abandoned by the roots, I spread my branches
in a struggle to touch the bees and butterflies
I dream
to change a life, of love and sanity.
The night is dark outside
the blue waves roar high
a tumultuous inside,
the heat of bodies rubbing each other
make them mad and wild.
I laugh loudly
haunting of past creep
untold stories echo in silence
the body pulsates slowly the odor of sweat fills air
the customer leaves in delight.
The warm bosom, field fertile
up on sale
hearts can be transacted
my body gives pleasure to men
I embrace pain as joy
my joy
is only sorrow of use and abuse.
I embrace the other
for him an embrace of relief
for me a serpent around my legs, hands
each, a kiss for dead as a routine
yet I sanction.
The inner war of chastity surges on
dignity redefined
buying the bond high risk
I romance in barter
the past burns
an alien tree stands away
Alas! I only manage to earn a living.
(This is Bindu's story, young woman from Bilaspur in Chhattisgarh , India . She lost her parents in early childhood and has been since, forced into sex work)
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