Ok Waleed

I’m a sex worker

I’m ethical of course


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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