A courtesan promotion

For a woman to become a harlot,

Her mother must have been precedence

Or penury condition must be the cause

Or she must be the victim of coercion.  

I had been forced into prostitution

By my father’s enemy as a revenge,

When he abducted me in my teens

And sold me to a brothel house for a sum.

I knew my home I had been brought from.

It could be no task to flee the whore house

And trace out the path to reach my parents.

But it was not before I was outraged.

Whether they would get me as their daughter

When I have been robbed of my modesty

Did not obsess me more than did the thought

That they should not know that I was abused.

Decades have passed; I am a courtesan.

I have grown up in arts, dance and poetry.

I’ve kept lords with my skills rather than looks.

I am at ease my parents must be no more.

22.06.2016