Whore Point of View

You can take me anywhere,

Call me whatever you want,

I am the slave for your night,

Treat me whichever you want.

You can call me a whore

May be, call me a slut.

I’ll take it all in my stride

Only until this night is shut.

We are unknown to each other,

You enter like a gust.

Showing no love in those eyes,

All I can stare at is a scary lust.

You show no pity, none of tenderness

You take on me like a beast, an animal.

Sometimes I think you’re inhuman,

May be; just another cannibal.

I’m no devil’s child; I only sell my body,

Not my dignity; and never my soul.

I don’t own myself anymore,

The world owns me as a whole.

Only death can free me now,

But still, I self-instill this fright.

When will I own myself?

When will be my last night?

-Your neighborhood whore.