When mighty rays bid adieu from the distant horizon to receive reception from others Reluctantly I enter one's toilet to prepare myself for the hunting and to live life incognito.
Equipping myself with best attires, make-ups and sensual lips, showing stimulating hips I go to concrete jungles butchering my true being just to be a prey of some rich bellies.
Every kind - Dark, fair, stony, lean, chubby and wrinkled wolves pounce on my carcass to quench their hunger.
The warmth and essence of my body that I inherited from my beloved mother have been blurred warming uncountable icy beds of cheap motels.
They call themselves a good father but daughters of others, they slaughter. I am of their daughters' age but have to endure their lustful gaze.
Happiness and sorrows they share and in vain, I ask Him, is it fair? Those, who for some filthy reason dumped me in an ocean where there is no shore. These days, they call me a whore.
