she is whom she is,
blessed with good looks,
her chest blossomed so well,
her hips well placed,
her eyes big and round,
a gazzelle neck holding that head,
and her legs fleet,
she is just beatiful.

thats not enough of her praise,
even akoko's worth her a peny,
but still not greatfull of her self,
she puts on heavy makeups,
untill her face looks like them whites,
she has to put on heavy earings,
colours her eyebrows,
till she looks like a rainbow,

she has a date at the club,
with them men bellies so big,
she really has no choice,
its just because she needs rent,
money for this makeups,
money for food,
and also save to help her parents,
who poverty was born with them.

she arives even before him,
and sits to wait like a child,
waiters are used to her,
serves her the very cheapest dish,
finally he comes so extravagant,
full of immoral shit in him,
she stands in the name of respect,
but ignorantly he brushes her chest and laughs.

she bares all this for her good,
untill she is paid her due,
after she is done with serving him,
waiters call her a hoe,
and she responds though in pain,
in mind she knew things do change,
having done with her hustle,
she leaves for home.

its late in the night,
walking alone in this streets,
into her village brush house,
she walks terrified in worry,
she hopes that her door is not locked,
for having not paid rent,
but today she is not lucky,
she has to sleep outside,
and so it happens.

who is this that controls fate,
she sits at the door step,
to releave exhaustion,
and stress that makes her eyes wet,
she thinks of her life and cries again,
especially when she recalls,
her new name prostitute,
the society has given her today.
she just yells and alover sudden,
silence prevails.