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Feelings of a Whore
by Wangdi Gyalpo
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  When mighty rays
bid adieu
from the distant horizon
to receive reception from others
Reluctantly I enter one's toilet
to prepare myself
for the hunting
and to live life incognito.

Equipping myself
with best attires,
make-ups and sensual lips,
showing stimulating hips
I go to concrete jungles
butchering my true being
just to be a prey
of some rich bellies.

Every kind -
Dark, fair,
stony, lean,
chubby and wrinkled
wolves
pounce on
my carcass
to quench their hunger.

The warmth and essence
of my body
that I inherited
from my beloved mother
have been blurred
warming uncountable icy beds
of cheap motels.

They call themselves a good father
but daughters of others, they slaughter.
I am of their daughters' age
but have to endure their lustful gaze.

Happiness and sorrows they share
and in vain, I ask Him, is it fair?
Those, who for some filthy reason
dumped me in an ocean
where there is no shore.
These days, they call me a whore.

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April 30, 2006
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