She Is Still The Street Butterfly! ! ! Poem by Malaya Roses

What is the rule of life?
If time did take no notice
About the leech of happiness
In human
Woman from the street
Could wear the perfect Prada
But still the same like before
Skin might be revived
Botox or Liposuction
Physically method never superseded
The cheap lust of her
Thickest the mount of the paraded success
From adultery to honorary
The prostitute is the prostitute
Whatever claimed she might gain
She is the sinner …! ! ! !

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