I have been loved my many,
despised by many more -
some have called me divine,
others have called me whore.
Sometimes they were a comfort,
others they broke my heart.
It wasn't entirely my choice
that made me sell my art.
Love was what I needed
and what I wished to give;
It's not as if I wanted
to sell my body to live.
At first I did not know
the path I had set upon
would lead me only one way
into a world of scorn.
And yet they always come
seeking pleasure from me -
I give them what they need,
there's just money in it for me.
My body they may possess
for minutes and for hours;
my soul however stays
among the shining stars.
A courtesan, a woman does what she has to - whether by choice, providence, circumstances, force of nature or whatever and then the world rises in judgement. She is accused, tortured, hurt, hit and abused in many
Why must a 'woman of the night' be hurt so bad that she loses her tenderness, her essential femininity and becomes hard, untrusting, cynical?
Rajesh Kanoi (Jack) is a published writer, now living and working in China. Many of his short-stories, poems and articles have been published, including a book of short-stories, 'Tales From China' (Lipstick Publishing).
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