Beautiful lady scantily clad
Is her smile not sad?
Like livid thorns on a wilted rose
Money and jewels she chose
A prostitute drenched in a suicidal glow
Created by fornication and sin
A misogynist’s slave
The stripper blinded and bound
Starved beneath her elegant gown
Tears swell inside
Though careful not to utter a sound
As the media portrays women
Pride falls to the ground.
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