Impressionable young women
encouraged to enter a trade
that oft belittles and degrades
detrimental to mental health
not worth the short-term wealth
people have become inured
forget the pain often endured
reality becomes obscured
to enter a life of vice
women can feel they have no choice
no other way they recognise
fed by their dealers lies
I always picture it seedy
making a living from the needy
pimps are just plain greedy
big men, in fact, weedy
I’m told its consensual
to me thats nonsensical
is it anyway factual
maybe ‘John’s’ whimsical

An old photograph

me and my bro

sharing a laugh

so long ago

both blond beauties

innocent cuties

my hair turned brown

along with my mood

on my face a frown

grievance my food

Teenage years

time of tears and fears

knowing everything and nothing

wishing for something

One big walking hormone

glued to a phone

I’m glad that times over

never did discover

that something

happy not to know everything