The Red Lipstick

A Poem by Sneha Wassan

Another hard day of rush at night,
My boss alarmed me to speed up and get ready within time!
A stock of people waiting outside for the best to be picked,
Toilsome it was, but, i was a part of it.
Picturesque ladies all around, wearing their best,whether being sarees, skirts or gowns!
So how could i give away my victory of getting chosen tonight?
Ofcourse, to me, i was the best one in the line!
Pretty face with dark kajal under the eye!
My red radiant lips were all, could make anyone fall!
I was witty, sensuous and bold,
Surely it was my time to get sold!
This world of mine is a harsh reality of life!
Who said i wanted this? I've tried of escaping a zillion number of times.
But how can i forget? This is all i have!
And the Bed is my 'Bread'
He came inside the room, like a newly wedded groom.
Touched every breath of mine, it was his time of a candy ride.
I had to presentable with flirting eyes!
Eventually, i was just 18 and he was a man of 59!
He took me away in every possible way, lust is it was!
Afterall, i was appointed to be this way!
Dawn came over with a komorebi,he went away satisfied!
The canvas continues every night...
My body is made to be sold, this is all what my journey holds!
Death is what i hate,
And life, is what irritates!
My scars unite every time , crying soul but a perennially pleasant smile!
My story of life goes on this way!
Hey Folks !
Don't you forget!
I'm a Prostitute anyway!
©snehawassan

© 2018 Sneha Wassan

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KCthelastboyscout

This is just sad to read.i can't say anything more about it.This is not the purpose of a human life to be treated this way.This is a raw and powerful story written from a place of hopelessness.
Unforgettable...

Posted 5 Years Ago

Chris

our cultural existence sets the limits of our interactions and acceptances. When something is OUR choice it is one thing - when it is ONLY anothers' choice that is something else. Regardless - eating is on hell of a hard habit to have to break...