A Different type of Dance

A man's greatest pleasure, my life's worst enemy

Deceitful souls sit eagerly, awaiting my arrival
Pockets loaded with money, all for my survival

I dread each night when I step unto that stage
My heart pounds nervously as all desires engage

Twisting and turning, sliding up and down
Outside my face smiling, yet inside I frown

You think I enjoy this, please dont ever ignore
These men dont respect me, to them I'm merely a whore

My body is their pleasure, to touch and to hold
Each grasp feels so dirty, but there I stand bold

I think about the three mouths at home I have to feed
Never assume this lust is driven purely by greed

With no education, training or a father who cared
I grew up believing my body was all to be shared

Yet I make no excuse for this degrading life I live
I hope one day to escape, and my deeds God will forgive