In the realm of shadows and darkest nights,
Where lust and power reign with cold embrace,
Lies the tale of pimps and their hoes in sights.

A dance they weave, a twisted interlace,
Bound by desire, desire for control,
A sordid game, where hearts find no solace.

The pimp, dominant, exploits every role,
His hoes, submissive, yearning to belong,
Trading their freedom, for a barren shoal.

But hark, within these depths, a whisper throng,
Of liberation, when hoes become queens,
Reclaiming their worth, they rise, they grow strong.

Escape this realm, break free from the entourage,
Find solace in truth, leave behind the sabotage.

© C.Warner