Days i vividly remember..

Ten days a whore.

Days when I felt too vulnerable, too free, too me

Walking down a thousand aisles with a million men

Not giving a damn, not a single care,

Old and young alike; life didn’t allow me to choose.

Staggering abortions and a whole load of meds too,

I cried when I fell and laughed in the rain,

When I slept with the father and tamed the son,

I learnt to give freely, forcefully, lovingly and grudgingly.

The street fights and shameless bargains,

Days when being a whore made me feel more than whole.