To the Ladies

To the ladies,
who sell themselves
to satisfy the lustful pleasures of men,
and to gain a moment's worth of comfort or coin,
Do you feel no stirring in your soul?
No whisper of remorse?

It ruptures my heart
to see you trample upon your own dignity and pride.
“Today’s world doesn’t care about pride and dignity anymore,” you say.
But must you echo the crowd
when you were born to rise above it?

Why not be that white sheep
amid a thousand blacks?
Even if the world is steeped in sin,
must you wear it like skin?

You become a lustful tool
to men who can’t keep their manhood in check.
But are there no other paths?
No gentler ways to survive
without exposing yourself to the virus that bites in silence?

They treat you
like a name in a phone,
a night without memory.
Yet I see more,
a soul behind tired eyes,
a woman buried beneath the noise.

You become a pick and drop,
a vessel to many lost lives.
Do you not think about this at all?
Or have you silenced the ache within?

This is not a call to shame,
but to awakening.

Close those legs,
not out of fear,
but in power.
Quit this demeaning, self-destructive act.
Pick yourself up once again,
not as a shadow of your past,
but as a woman reborn in purpose.

Reclaim what was always yours:
Your dignity.
Your pride.
Your story.


     ©️ Eniyans
                  Poetry
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