A Prostitute's Confession
To God who best knowest all hearts
Boldest, sun braved and wild desired
Can such souls know change?
To Mother, whose eyes sparkled with joy as a youth
But now shameful with distaste and regret
Could you even take twice a look at i?
To a genuinely loving man, whom I cold hearted in a rapture of rage
Despite his check, in a tick of lifetime's moment, love entailed
Will cheeks ever burn, arms open, eyes shut and lips meet again?
To Father, who fathered me not but astray
And his mistress, a straight path of gold for him
Would you even know the need of a world of men you left for me?