Princess Prostitute
This poem is dedicated to those princesses who were forced to wear a crown of sorrow.
She was once called a princess.
That spoiled brat, to many men she was an enchantress.
‘Oh darling, your beauty, many will impress,
Tell me, why are you in this cage & in distress?
Come with me. I will make you famous. You will be an empress.’
her happiness she couldn’t express.
Notoriety was her weakness.
Poor princess, she was a gullible entity.
There was no fame in the city,
The city took her purity,
That charlatan with no decency.
Snatched her dignity,
And left her stranded in the streets of the city.
Poor princess, she sold her body.
What else she could do, she needed to eat.
There is no mercy in the street.
Poor princess, deceived by a brute,
She had no choice but to turn into a prostitute.
