When the Price Is Right
Make you choice pay the price
When the Price Is Right
I sell my body when the price is right
not for love
not for pity
not for anyone’s sweet salvation
I don’t fake shame
don’t dress it up in stories
don’t claim I was forced
I walk in heels with my eyes wide open
cash in hand
lips painted
heart locked
Don’t mistake my silence for sorrow
Don’t mistake my smile for surrender
I know exactly what I’m worth
and I never go cheap
You think I’m broken
I’m not
I’m practical
cold when I need to be
warm enough to earn what I need
I don’t pray
I don’t dream
I don’t hope for rescue
My prayers have teeth
my dreams pay bills
I’ve seen what hope costs women like me
Call me what you want
just spell it right when you leave the money
I don’t bleed for free
and I don’t answer to anyone
but me, relax and enjoy the ride
This is just a Poem not about me the writer or my life.
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (4)
This is fierce, unapologetic, and beautifully written.
Nice to see a more empowering look. For anyone who truly enjoys this as a job and respects themselves, I respect as well.
You are woman hear you roar. This is what I thought when I read this poem. Good job.
Life has funny themes sometimes. You have several poems on prostitution, and I just found out a week ago that someone I know, whom I thought was a yoga instructor, IS a yoga student, but is actually a hired escort. She's frank about it, the conversations are fascinating, but she doesn't want most people to know, for obvious reasons.