The Cry Of An Ex Prostitute Poem by Preston Mwiinga

I just like any other woman, needs dignity; I admire the people who are highly respected in society because of their great works.
I never like all my filth things but I just had to do what was never pleasing over and over again.
I used do it because it was my only source of income. That's how I used to earn a living.
Worldly problems made me become a prostitute.
But now I stand up proudly telling the nation that enough is enough.
I shall no longer get into the streets.
Just like any other woman, I want my pride as an African woman.
I was never meant to be on the streets, but destined for a better life like any other person.
Because of the streets, my friends have contracted HIV/AIDS. But I am not discriminating them.
They too are human beings, they do not need to be treated as outcasts, but instead they need our love and support.
Use me as an icon of change because I am a changed person. I am never ever going back to the street.
I accept my past mistakes, and here by ask for your forgiveness.
Right now, I pray that God grants me and my friends' better husbands and decent families.