conceal
hide
what you feel
inside
with eyes shut
lips closed
a pretty slut
a wicked rose
When asked who they are.
Prostitute, harlot, hooker, hustler
This is all we get to hear
Don’t you think if they fear?
conceal
hide
what you feel
inside
with eyes shut
lips closed
a pretty slut
a wicked rose
Every time a man touches, she feels that itch,
As time wore on, she realised it would make her rich.
She remembers those days when she wanted to scream,
Now, it feels like it was all just a bad dream.
Stop judging her because of what she does,
Just try and empathise and let her live as she does.
She has a deal when she sleeps with no husbands or fathers,
Only men who are single and have certain disorders.
Open her up for the world to see,
And still she’ll scream, she is free! She is free! She is free!
You think that you know her and yet you don’t see,
The troubles she has gone through and what makes her ‘SHE’.
She chose this way out of her own pain and misery,
Yet, everyone is still trying to make her free.
What do you want to make her be?
A decent woman, a wife, a mother of three?
conceal
hide
what you feel
inside
with eyes shut
lips closed
a pretty slut
a wicked rose
Put those fairytales
on the shelf,
No one can save you
but you yourself.
There’s no
yellow brick road,
Or somewhere
over the rainbow,
Instead of ruby slippers,
She wears cheap stilettos,
Works the streets,
she’s a keeper,
Of all the secrets
we’re not suppose to know,
About the senators
in their office,
About the representatives in the bathroom stalls.
conceal
hide
what you feel
inside
with eyes shut
lips closed
a pretty slut
a wicked rose
the goddess of love
she was
yet she lived not above
but deep below the dust
conceal
hide
what you feel
inside.
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