14d • General discussion
The Game
Let me put you in the game—
filled with abuse,
drenched in shame.
Don’t forget all the pain.
You’re only loved
if you can make at least five hundred a night.
And deep down,
you know that ain’t right.
It’s a place where you’re asked to choose—
but either way,
you’re gonna lose.
So you go with the one
who won’t beat you the most.
You drug tricks,
you rob them too,
then stand in the same spot again—
get picked up,
then fucked up too.
A job
where you’re just looked at
like a piece of meat—
they can get another you
up the street.
No name,
no story,
just skin and heat.
And when they’re done,
you don’t stick around.
You have a pimp—
he sells you a dream,
says you guys are now a team.
But what does he do?
He ain’t never with you.
So where is the protection?
They just lay back
and wait for their pay.
Motivate you to
“Get back out there—
another day.”
by Rosalind P. Steed
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