Don't look at me plainly
As if I am a blotched cloth
I may have impurities
But they have their stories

Do you know whom I am from?
From a whore who once kissed a man
Who was jailed for a hundred months

I never had a read on a book
All I know is to sing and cook
I feed myself with my flesh
No one can ever wash this blemishes

Now tell me who am I again
A girl who sells herself in the bargain?
One who consumes herself to gain

when the world does nothing but to judge you, stand firm, you don't deserve prejudice.