Silk and Cotton

By Atoc, Year 11

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In this silk and cotton mattress,

I lay,

Waiting

For the next man to receive his pleasure of the day.

I apply the red lipstick and put a smile on my face,

And hope that one day I can escape this place.

My job is to satisfy,

And I do satisfy, but that leads me to cry because

That means they come back for more

And more

And more. T

hey take us to a ‘club’, where we’re

Used,

Refused or abused.

Before the men arrive, we’re given a pep talk,

Smile

Flirt

And give them sexy talk’.

When the swarms of men gather around us,

their eyes are filled with lust

Their bodies filled with fire, but we all know they carry one desire.

We spend the day with them, and if the price is right,

We spend a night with them.

We’re then taken back to the house

Without receiving a cent

Pushed into a room and left to repent.

Smothered in shame

We duck our heads

Avoiding eye contact and wishing we were dead.

We are all victims, but we don’t put up a fight because if we do

It would be our last night.

I remember a time, a man told me he was sorry,

I cling to that hope that maybe maybe I’m not to blame

But This nightmare will never end

As tomorrow on a silk and cotton mattress

I’ll lay,

Waiting

For the next man to receive his pleasure of the day.