What is the difference,
Asked the educator,
Between being skillful,
Such as a prostitute,
And being educated,
Such as a teacher?
Well, replied a prostitue,
One educates skillfully,
The other skillfully educates.
Which is which?
The educator responded.
Depends, said the prostitute,
On the pay and benefits.
I do not have a virgin heart..
It's been fucked with,
And torn apart..
My heart is a prostitute,
Getting payed with love-filled lies.
My Virgin body isn't yet caught up.
I gave all that was inside of me,
Trying to protect what I was born with,
My cleanliness, my virginity,
My virgin body is white, pure, clean.
But my heart is black, broken, dead..
Waiting to be revived.
So please, revive my heart..
But don't take my body..
“By any means necessary”
Words of encouragement to my self-depreciated soul
Pure happiness coming at a premium
The outside world strips me; making me its whore
Strange lips and unfamiliar hands cradle me
Satisfaction in this sense is only temporary
Criticism coming from every direction
Questioning whether my lifestyle is necessary
I’ve never enjoyed my naked predicament
However, it’s my only productive option
Allowing simpletons to simply have their way
Faking pleasure, keeping my pain locked in
After so much abuse, I try to be a man
Clothing myself again, sucking up the tears
The world has other ideas
Unleashing every one of my fears
Again, cold and abandoned
I find myself back at square one
Becoming a slave to the world
Just another form of prostitution
Lowered head, into open lap
Thats what you came for tonight
A wet kiss, with your deep release
Thats what you paid for tonight
Smeared makeup, untamed hair
Each man gets to abuse you
Lack of self respect, more shame
All because you choose to
Mommy's attitude, daddy's regret
These are your reasons why
Naked dates, drugs and alcohol
And you just want to cry
Could've done anything, everything
But the money's fast
Fake love, and real pain
And her smile is glass
This body, This man
a bag of chunks
I live behind curtains
so many at once
And when this body hits the bed
the light dispels the curtains are shed
Someone lives in me instead
that dance to the tune of the wind
My unlived life like the pied piper sings
Songs of perversion and ungodly ways
Sleep, my rehersal for death, then paves
The path to the promised land of fantasies
Where godly men rest on virgin's thighs
By the words in the book
To claim the prize
For in the world before that which was a sin
Is but a fruit of the labour here within
Priests are prostitutes,
Heaven is a whore house of saintly beings
But if between the two I was made to choose
Earthly harlots shall always be my muse
My heaven on earth will have no doors
No Peter there
to keep the score
No imminent threat from meteors
or smelly poo of labradors
You and I
who as sinners dwell
for all 'good men'
shall doomsday spell.
My heels were well acquainted with the corner of desperate and pathetic
On an avenue very few roamed
My red lips seduced the night away like it would be the last
My hair was easily comparable to the midnight sky
Bruises matching my vibrant eyeshadow
Skin as pale as the moon
My love just something all the married men wanted to borrow
Until the night a 1967 black, Chevy impala pulled up to my side
A young man just out of secondary
With blue jeans and a blazer
He asked what I was doing all alone
"Giving my soul" I replied
Cigarette in hand
"I'll pay for your company" is what he said.
And so he did
He never begged or pleaded for my affection and lust
But he'd pay a thousand just to hear the words fall from my tongue
He plucked me from the streets of New York
Reading parables to me
Since I was illiterate myself
He was only eighteen
Inherited a mother load
I guess he hadn't ever had a real friend
Or a reasonable source to spend his currency
I saw myself in his emerald orbs
He just wanted someone to care
Care for something other than the amount of money he had in his pocket
That, I could comprehend