A Courtesan Promotion

For a woman to become a harlot, Her mother must have been precedence Or penury condition must be the cause Or she must be the victim of coercion. I had been forced into prostitution By my father's enemy as a revenge, When he abducted me in my teens And sold me to a brothel house for a sum. I knew my home I had been brought from. It could be no task to flee the whore house And trace out the path to reach my parents. But it was not before I was outraged. Whether they would get me as their daughter When I have been robbed of my modesty Did not obsess me more than did the thought That they should not know that I was abused. Decades have passed; I am a courtesan. I have grown up in arts, dance and poetry. I've kept lords with my skills rather than looks. I am at ease my parents could be no more. 22.06.2016