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Why This world called me Prostitute? just because I was born from the womb of prostitute but I'm not. I was like the other child who is pure, beautiful and untouched. In fact for a long time I don't even know about my reality and i always thought why these people discriminate me, like I'm a unwanted thing in between us.
That cruel world only think about their Charm and reputation, Why they don't understand the feeling of innocent child like me who have no idea about all this shitty rules. We are suffer for our own identities But in the end we get nothing. No matter how hard we try to make these people happy, they are never satisfied. they treat us as they want. They only use us as they want. This is the real bitter reality of this so called society which is hard to admit that's why we try our whole life to make our self fool and at the end we only harm our emotion and feelings.
This society calls those women prostitutes who sell their bodies, but what about the men who force these women to become a whore. We can save our body from touching someone, but what to do with those eyes that just by falling on us make you feel naked with your clothes. Can anyone get us safe from these eyes? Can you save yourself from these eyes? I think a big no for it.
I'm also a victim of that kind of mess. I'm A girl who dreams for freedom and respect for her lifeless life. I want to filled My soul with peace and equality. I also want to become an ordinary girl who wants to touch the skies and walk on the fluff of Clouds which can only be attained when she will be free. Free from the Chains Of Debt, free from those scars which haunted me as a nightmare.
My mother Sydney was sold her by her husband into a prostitution because he was a drug addict and needed money. an auction was made and My mom was bought by the best brothel in the city. Why would she not? after all Mom God what a beautiful body and she was young, just 22 at that time as people say.
She was used forcefully by different men, but the head of the brothel Mark was kind to her and almost or to all the prostitutes, he tried to let her get laid less every often but then a certain client started showing interest in My mom Sydney. She also started liking him and she got pregnant. But when she told her lover about her pregnancy. He left! And never come back. Mom was heart broken. Mom felt as if a light had been born in her in the form of her daughter.
Lara Rose became the happiness of my mom's life. She gave me this name because
She used to say that I should be like a rose. beautiful and delicate to look at but as harmful as to bad and unwanted touch because of its thorns. she want that I become like this that no one can touch me without my own will. She take me promise that I protect myself for my man, the one and only. Who become my mate. Everything went like this until I was 15 years old. One day came when my mother also left me from this world. Nothing can be said about the sorrows that have come in My life since that day. She was my saviour, my protector my shield. She always hide me from the world. She always protect me with evil eye of filthy person or other prostitutes who don't like my Mom. Because she is beautiful and demand of every rich man. Sydney is also one of them. She is a lover of Mark. And Mark likes my mom so because of this messed, I become her punching bag who help her to release her anger and frustration towards my Mom. After my mom my situation become more worse she always try to hard my life as much as she. She torcher me just to satisfied herself but what about me.
I was in my thoughts then I heard someone knocking on my door and I knew who was there. My body became cold and my breath stopped. Fear reached my spine and I became stone.
