On Our Backs

Laying down for somethingÂ
The specifics are immaterialÂ
We all prostitute ourselves
For someone or for some reasonÂ
A person having intercourse for moneyÂ
Is no different than another hooking up for a thrill
Both are looking to gain a result
Whether it is emotional or materialÂ
Everyone has a fault,
Like green scars tattooing across our soulsÂ
We can't point the finger
Because everyone's story is differentÂ
Standing on a street corner
In the cold as strangers cast icy looksÂ
Just trying to pay rentÂ
Or numb their pain with a fixÂ
Trauma, neglect, bad luck,
A plethora of issues behind the surfaceÂ
An industry of exploitationÂ
Perpetuated by those who claim to be nothing like themÂ
The people that they useÂ
As they lay down to remedy their lonelinessÂ
Some use social media,
Selling themselves out for attentionÂ
Different medium but the same intentionÂ
To obtain something that they didn't have
Like the people who sweet talk their bossesÂ
To get bigger positions, even when they don't deserve them,Â
That in itself is a form of solicitingÂ
We are hypocrites, thinking that we are different,Â
In the end, we are all courtesans,
Pointing the finger at our own reflections.Â

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Thank you :)