This Soul-Stirring Poem Where A Sex Worker Tells You Why Paid F**k Is Her Choice And It's Okay Is A Slap On Your Face
Just try and empathise and let me live as I do.
So, I had to keep quiet.
His chats got dirtier by the day.
My parents, my brother killed a big part of me that day.
I joined Instagram to follow one of my favourite celebrities.
One day he tried to push a beer bottle in me.
I left that agency also.
I gave around 20 interviews just to get an internship.
On the day of our marriage I got cold feel and I called him to say as much.
Life wouldn't be easy we should have guessed.