Ok Waleed

I’m a sex worker

I’m ethical of course

Boundaries

America is my pimp

 

I don’t have a spine

I don’t fantasize

 

The thing you people call _____

I call a choice

It just happens to make my life a tiny

Little better than

What it was

 

That’s how much I hate the past

That’s how traumatized I am

 

So I’m a sex worker

Like Maya Angelou

 

Who need dick



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