See a couple pass by with smiles on their faces, and  instant I want to be with them, or be them. Instead, I’m stuck here on the corner selling to anyone. I have no freedom to be myself or the freedom to leave from this post unless I’m with men. I have always wondered what it will be like to have freedom from this life, but it is all a hopeless dream. People drive by and see me and others and keep driving. Only the one that want something stop, and if we get arrested there is a break from this life. When we are released we go back to our daily lives, because everyone sees us, but nobody will listen to us. Our story on how we got there doesn’t matter, because we’re stuck there for life now. I was born into this business, so I know nothing of the outside world. All man are the same to me, but some of the girls say differently. Some talk about freedom like it’s right there in front of them, but it’s not. Freedom is far away from us and is never coming. Because nobody cares for a bunch of lowlife prostitutes like us. I don’t say much, because no one can hear me , but everyone can see me. I’m writing this poem to spread the awareness of   slavery, because it’s not just racism that still exist. Remember the moment when you seen one of us again, because some of us aren’t doing this because we want to. When I’m being pounded into by my ass, tears are falling down my face as men after men use me for their pleasures. I’m dreaming of the freedom of walking down the street holding the hands of a girl to get away from this nightmare. But then again I’m just a boy that has been enslaved since birth and have no real knowledge of the world and scared for my own worthless life. So my dissipates and I just focus on when the men are finish with me, so I may crawl up into a corner and cry, but that will never happen, because time is money and I have other men to attend to.