MY BODY

I only heard of a life like that

I didn’t believe; it didn’t matter

It was beyond me; I wasn’t affected by it

It happened to others

I never gave a second thought

Its real our sisters sell themselves

What is life really?

I met this life at hand

A friend was one of them

I wanted to know why

But I couldn’t be told

They are not proud of what they do

They don’t say

I persuaded indirectly to be told

She told me to know what she does pay

It gave me a wake up call

I appreciated my life

The ones who care for me,

I still don’t understand

Why our sisters should be subjected

To this kind of life

I know life is a monster

Sometimes the devil himself

Oh no what a life; way to earn a living

It’s despicable that any one

Can do that to a person

Use them in the most atrocious

Manner and pay

I wish there was a way to stop this

To make sure none has to sell their body for a living

By R.W.Imanyara