Life Of A Prostitute

by candace   Feb 10, 2006


So sick and so tired of me doing me
so sick and so tired of old men touching on me
so sick and so tired of these dusty cold streets
so sick and so tired of me being me
but this has to be done for me to live
and it's no fun doing this over and over again
so sick and so tired of gettn slapped around
so sick and so tired of being bossed around
wishing i can live on my own
wish i had somethin to own
i don't even own me, how what do you see
i see me being so sick and so tired of walkin these streets
just so sick and so tired of me doing me
just too sick and too tired of ME being ME

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