More Than Just a Stripper
For some men, she is Angel,
For others, she is Rose.
Short clothes cladding her toned body,
They shout and scream and call her honey.
After all, she is just a stripper in need of money.
A profession that chose her.
The day goes as quiet as a lake,
But as the night dawns
Her real hard work begins.
Rosy cheeks, dimple chin,
A short corset and an even shorter smile.
She puts on a grand show,
For she is the show stopper.
People just know who Rose is
But has anybody looked at the angel inside?
She might be the star of the night,
But as another day comes, she worries about
the money to be given to the hospital.
Her beloved husband, who was
The only one who ever held her was lying in
Was lying in a coma, fighting for his life.
Unknown to the filthy hands touching his wife.
Only if he knew, he would come back from the afterlife.
Her life has become tougher now,
As her health is deteriorating too.
Now, what will she do?
Stripping does give a lot of money in less time,
But for doing more work, will she remain fine?
I bet God is testing her,
And I hope she passes the test,
Because a lot is at stake.
She believes in miracles,
That one day her husband will wake up
And hold her in his arms again.
I’ll wait for that day and so she does too.
-Pooja
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