she walks like a strayed-pregnant cat
smiles at everyone she sets her eyes upon
flirts in the shadows with the unknowns
yet carries the holy book like her phones
she was branded queen of the night
a name she accepted without a fight
subjected herself to gossip and shame
all in the name of freedom and fame
the stench of her deed is unavoidable
behaviors considered inimical to life
itself
are being patronized by the same crusaders
who now preach sanity with vile tongues
it's been eight years since she bowed out
her past is still trending on social media
perpetuated by some sanctimonious faces
who made fortunes from her way of life
To the holier-than-thou: ...Invest In A
Mirror!
