SHE - An Harlem Resident

There's a girl

Fair and with curls

Her lips painted dark red

A scarlet woman

She unbuttons her pant every night

Malnourished 

She nourishes others

That space in between her thighs

Provides tonic to others

Under the layers of her cloths

Those muscular balls satisfies

Other's lechery

Undresses herself every night

Never undresses her mind

Virgin is her soul

But Cupid hates her

As she is physically sold

 

 That girl barters reality

Romances are fake

She parts her thighs

And gets paid

She extends her arms

Embraces unknowns

But none embraces her soul

Her profession to others-

Not a "noble" one

She lives in Hell

Her clients in Zion

Her hands loosens thousands zips

And eternal marks surrounds her hips

Deep sores speaks the rest