i might as well be a two-dollar ho...
waiting for your next instructions
being pimped into
a submissive state of stagnant mind
justifying why i'm not
good enough for your time
i might as well be a two-dollar ho...
trying to earn your respect,
move up from the rest of your hustle
trying to be the best ho i can be
hoping that you'll praise me
i might as well be a two-dollar ho...
stuck in a destructive lifestyle
and i believe i don't have a choice
'cause a ho don't know no better
and ain't strong enough to speak up
and is too weak to let it go
i've been smacked, slapped, and whipped;
your hands didn't touch me
so you don't see it or know
so i might as well be a two-dollar ho...
after all these years of hard work
a ho ain't got nothing to show
maybe it's time for me to leave,
run away from your tired ass game...
after all, a pimp ain't shit without his ho.
Robyn V. Evans
© 2002
Gurl! I can feel ya on this one! You did a really nice job..nice flow of words. I really like this piece!
That was really good, i think many girls can feel that poem.