Poem : Business

Across the road,
Just before the dawn,
I sit and write.

My poem is nude
And so am I.

My body is in pain
And my heart is broken.
I cry as I write.

May be there is sympathy in your eyes,
As you read.
But there is hope in mine…

I want you to fit in,
And understand me.
But will you not just stop,
If you come to know who am I?

-Prostitute