She was as white and pure as a black sheep at night. She lived a life of free giving only letting the ones that she felt could get her out of this thing she called a life only to be left there with another body tacked on her list of names She thought she was free, but in actuality she was submitting herself to the stereotypes of a woman like her "***", "****", where the names she was so accustomed to hearing Harlot was more than that she was looking for a body escaping freedom that she felt could only be reached through one on one body exposure, but that left her only to be in the same cage she tried to free herself from. Love for her was something only seen in the pages of fairy tales Her imagination ran wild but love was a forbidden pass time. That her herself would not allow access to She wanted freedom not love, but maybe love was the only thing she was missing to escape her cage, maybe love was all she really needed But this harlot... This harlot would never know.
Some thing i wrote a long time ago when i was trying to see who i was a person and honestly this is what i saw after writing this i decided to make a change.