The Garden of Prostituted Women

Prostitution is akin to the Bonsai Master’s deliberate hand
cutting away at the roots of a woman’s soul,
pruning back the branches of her desires,
trapping her in a tiny vessel in which she cannot grow,
until her stunted gnarled form acquiesces
and her dwarfed, deformed spirit
is pronounced a thing of beauty to men’s eyes

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