A street walker

 

They call me a street walker

But I haven’t committed any crime

They say I am immoral

All I know is I am feeding my hungry children

They query the whereabouts of my husband

They don’t know that he is six feet under

They ask why you can’t do a decent job

I said of course I did until my boss asked me to get in to his car

They question my morals

But they forget that the boss could fire me

Furthermore ethics and morality do not feed my children

They say I am indecent

Values and decency do not keep my children warm

They talk about all good things and criticize bad elements like me

But they offer no solution, give no hope

So I am powerless and empty

I know I am unacceptable

But I have no option

I am hollow and desolate

Inside and out

Dr Ruwan M Jayatunge