A child on the streets alone, hungry, cold. I sell myself so that I can survive.
I am a whore.
Passed around, used by the filth of this jungle then kicked aside like a dog. No hope, Nowhere to go.
I am a whore.
Beaten, Abused, I survive another day. Numb with emptiness I sell myself for nothing, I feel nothing.
I am a whore.
The night air is cold, the black starless sky enjulfs us as I try to make a sale. His eyes are empty, he has no soul, no love, no remorse. I feel the sting of his blade enter my body, again and again. I fall to the frozen ground, death takes hold as the blood flows from my wounds.
I am a whore.
As I leave My body, my shell, I rise. I feel something I've never felt before, see what I could never see before. I rise to a warm golding light. The pain is gone, hate and despair are replaced with love, hope, kindness. A soft word is spoken, tears of joy streak my face.
I am gods child and I am home.
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