Prostitue. A word. A stigma. A whole community <br />Prostitute. I am one, of course you see me. <br />I am the one who gives in to your man when you can't <br />I am the one who takes his wrath when you can't <br />I am the ‘filth' you refer to when you cross my house <br />I am the one who is stared at by your spouse <br />The one the world refuses to let in <br />The one who sits outside and builds your world, while hers rots in a bin <br />I am the one with the dark ‘kajal', the blood red lips, the one with the dazzling saree and blouse <br />They say, this way, men I can arouse <br />I am also <br />A mother, of four back in my village, where no one knows <br />I am a bread winner, for the old parents whose daughter is a big woman,
