The Sex Vendor Poem by Kojo Owusu

In the semblance of the wild peacock in beautiful plumes
Outspreading boughs of enchantment, ornate
Dancing in colors magnificent to gain attention
But that is sheer display of wantonness
Unsolicited, perhaps uncalled for. Needless.
The craving instinct to satisfy the inner desire
Of the male incessant pulse striving to be quelled by fine looks
Is but epitome of an old fashioned book gathering dust at the shelves
Of advice to the beau how to look charming to win the unyielding lass.
The woman in modern crevice devoid of sentimentality
Does not bother whether the man is ugly or not.
But is he economically independent? Is he willing to pay?
The highest bidder is welcomed on the threshold
Of generosity in the toyish display
Of coquetry – she conquers
And fine clothes and theaters the topic
Her adventures continue – her commodity unsullied.