You get that hitch in your throat
Your going to cry and you know it
People walking past staring at you as a idle curiosity
Your tear stained shamed face ,used
You were used , in a bad way, did things you normally wouldn't ,you sold your self
You're Like a whore's rubber , the kind that has marks running down her arm
You were a five dollar transaction in a port a potty
Nobody wants to come close ,they could catch your inhumanity
No one wants to touch the used prophylactic
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