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We are seen by the eyes of hatred
We are known for disgrace in society,

but who knows
we are naked every night
to save other innocents
to save the society,from the evil eyes,
to feed our family,

We are ***** every night
to fulfil your desire
nobody sees our tears & never  will,
because we will always be a harlot,
the hated people in the society
but nobody knows the reason ,
why we are selling ourself every night!!!

Every night we are in tears of agony,
to satisfy millions every night
we are just circulated  like a dice to one another
we unclean our soul
to satisfy you,
but still we are bluffed

we are just a joke for others
we are neglected people out of millions,

but at night you  come
to tor us apart
you satisfy your hunger
you enjoy our pain
&

we are in bed crying,
but you cant see because
you dnt have that eyes to see
you dnt have that heart to feel ,

but still we are hated in the society
& you are the respected one
"This is our Society"
This poem is dedicated to all the innocents who knowingly or unknowingly has fallen in this trap ....to satisfy those ...who roam in road to **** a life of an innocent ...to save them they are opening themselves to you ....nobody does this willingly....its just a force or pressure to them,that we are unaware of ...
#cry##pain##anger##stressed##shame##society##helplessness##
I see the question before a test
"Mark your ethnicity"
and I think

Who the hell gives you
the right to care about
my skin color?

As if I am proud of my ancestors
putting the Native peoples on reservations
and hissing at innocent school children.

What have we become, America?
We condemn those that
"hop the border"
yet we don't recognize that
we are the aliens.

Bigots that don't step back
and marvel at our
beautiful mosaic of diversity.

Love where you come from,
but NEVER mistake
victory for **degradation.
******* sober is
not for casual affairs.
It is for lovers.

When ******* sober
there is no hiding the truth.
I haven't *** yet.

When ******* drunk, one
can disguise real emotions-
Blame the alcohol.

I'm not liking this-
connecting with someone else.
We are not in love.

******* sober is
for someone stronger than me.
Let me remain drunk.
I’m sorry that being around me is so draining.
I should elaborate.
Being around me is
Expensive.
Not in the sense that I will cost you a lot of money,
at least
not on purpose.
In economics we learned about costs and benefits.
What is the price of happiness?
It does have a price.
Economics says so.
How much enjoyment do I bring?
What does it outweigh?
The bad seems to always be more prominent
than the good.
I wish that I could have a second chance.
I want to make it better.
I’m sorry that to you I’m just a
Cost.
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