The Price of My Strut

By Trina Ricketts The smoky haze The lights on the stage This is so much better Than minimum wage. Some people judge Condemn and begrudge I try to explain But they’re perceptions don’t budge. Exploited, they say Dirty and depraved Worthless and wasted Until I am saved. But save me from what? From shaking my … Continue reading The Price of My Strut