People look down at me.
They sneer and they jeer.
But I keep walking.
They're all sticks and stones.
They'll never break my bones.
I know what they say.
You tramp. You whore.
You're lower than dirt.
I've had painters and lawyers.
Teachers and politicians.
They wooed me
They screwed me.
They all forgot me.
One never understands.
The pain a prostitute withstands.
Until they're old and grey.
The label will stay.
By Leon
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