Glimmer
Wellknown Ace
Nobody asks her name.
They ask her price.
She learned very young that a woman can be a product
Without being put behind a glass.
Some nights she counts the minutes, sometimes money.
Sometimes she counts the crack of the ceiling until the stranger leaves.
She doesn’t hate men.
She hates the sound of the door locking behind.
She doesn’t hate perfumes, but the smell of the stranger's perfume on her skin.
She washes herself until she bleeds, but still feels dirty.
The worst part?
Some people think the worst part that has happened to her is selling her body.
NO!
The worst part was that nobody cared why she had to sell her body.
Maybe she was hungry.
Maybe she had sick parents.
Maybe she had a child waiting for her at home.
Maybe she was thrown out by the same people who were supposed to protect her.
Or maybe she might have simply run out of choices.
But the people don’t want to believe what makes them feel uncomfortable.
People call her names.
Slut.
Whore.
Prostitute.
The three words that make judging easier than caring.
But deep down, there is a ‘little girl’ who once believed-
love means being held without expectations.
She is still alive.
But she doesn’t come out anymore.
Because every time she believed in love-
She learned that it was expensive.
So now she keeps to herself so nobody can bargain with her heart.
Her body has a price, as does her time.
But the saddest thing in the room is that nobody can make her believe that she is worth more than what anyone has come for.
They ask her price.
She learned very young that a woman can be a product
Without being put behind a glass.
Some nights she counts the minutes, sometimes money.
Sometimes she counts the crack of the ceiling until the stranger leaves.
She doesn’t hate men.
She hates the sound of the door locking behind.
She doesn’t hate perfumes, but the smell of the stranger's perfume on her skin.
She washes herself until she bleeds, but still feels dirty.
The worst part?
Some people think the worst part that has happened to her is selling her body.
NO!
The worst part was that nobody cared why she had to sell her body.
Maybe she was hungry.
Maybe she had sick parents.
Maybe she had a child waiting for her at home.
Maybe she was thrown out by the same people who were supposed to protect her.
Or maybe she might have simply run out of choices.
But the people don’t want to believe what makes them feel uncomfortable.
People call her names.
Slut.
Whore.
Prostitute.
The three words that make judging easier than caring.
But deep down, there is a ‘little girl’ who once believed-
love means being held without expectations.
She is still alive.
But she doesn’t come out anymore.
Because every time she believed in love-
She learned that it was expensive.
So now she keeps to herself so nobody can bargain with her heart.
Her body has a price, as does her time.
But the saddest thing in the room is that nobody can make her believe that she is worth more than what anyone has come for.
