Just A Body

Her bruised face but the beauty is still there

Her ripped clothes but courage is still there.

Combing her hairs, painting her nails she wonders

What does money pays her a tag of being called a slut

Everyone comes here slaps and beats me

Does it makes you feel more like a man.

Why doesn't anyone sees the scars and scratches

After they have undressed me

And ask me who did this to you

I would have said can't count how Many.

Can't someone say you look beautiful

Without seeing me fully naked.

I know I am just a body to you

To complete the lust within you.

Just so you know I am also a human

I got a heart which beats

But it stops every night

When you leave the room making me a alive corpse.

I gather myself up somehow every morning

Sit in front of the mirror with that fake smile.

I think of running from this place many times

But who will accept this used and impure body

I guess I'll have to wait more for someone who will see me as his beloved.