Woman

This body, A curse or a blessing An object, or my worth Treated like an idol And served as a queen Call by many names So, I be at ease. So I can serve the wealth of sinners and feel it is sane. They keep me in pain and tell me it's normal My complaint is silenced Cause they think I'm young. Just like a lamb fed to be slaughtered Is this my happiness Or is this my pain Is this a burden? Or is this the norm? What do I say Or what do I believe What is the question To stop tears Why can't I work alone at night Without the world Staring at me Why do I tremble when he's not here Why is love deceitful Why does it hurt What is this love and what was my sin Again and again I wrestle with this act and wonder if this is really my pride. This body falls time without number For same reasons with different tactics Like that was meant to be from the start What will I call this? If really, I run the world Why wasn't it given to me Like a game I am the target My wealth and pride They seek desperately Just one night and several slots I become of their best interest Again and again I don't know what I feel If I want him or not If I want pleasure or torture Shall I accept it? Do I have a choice?