This is for the stripper
the erotic artist
the lady for burlesque
the escort
the ho.
The OnlyFans high, and the streetwalker low
The backseat Betty
and back alley trick.
The girl who makes calls,
and the working girl
who’s anything but a girl.
This is for you, ancient harlot
and sweet British tart.
You who define a professional.
Dear woman of ill repute.
Our lady of divine pleasure.
Our puta in a red skirt.
And for the women of Place Pigalle, the fille de joie.
And at the very edge, our lady boys whom we dare include.
To each of you, full of grace
You are the blessed and divine
Your womb is blessed, as is your peach.
Dearest ho, mother of all
Forgive us that we know not from whence and from what we come from
May you have mercy over those who’d look upon you with scorn
As we know that you are the sole force who can tame those difficult to subdue.
You are the actual nobility,
the bodhisattva,
both the doctor and the medicine,
you’re the dangerous beauty,
the self-starter,
the entrepreneur,
the woman who owns her own body, her wealth, her space.
Their dollars are tithes the world is too scared to admit but the worship is there even as they cast their eyes in shame
It is your radiance, your light we all know they want—the men want to fuck you til they own you and, if they can’t, they fight you with religion.
The women, the wives who bear no fruit for their husbands, hate the juice that squirts from your plum.
A world ignorant, dumb to their own detriment of how to have the highest in their presence
Forgive them dear stripper for they know not how to bow
They know not whom they shun
Forgive us mother OnlyFans
Not realizing this is church and we are the blessed ones
They’ve no idea, do they how you shift to the shape of honey to pour like salve over the wounds of men, the artistry, the mastery of each move, each slink, each caress each crawl
That this is the most high, the original ritual that births all light
You’re the artist
They the whores, the ones who sell their souls to fit in
While you make the world bigger so that all can enter
Spread them, open them
The queen who can take all in
Forgive them dear stripper for their superiority sins
Let’s take back the name
Let’s take back the night
Restore the meaning back to the light
It was once Qadosh, holy one, queen when fertility cult trumped religion
Looking for the secret to life?
Nah, you know you ARE the secret to life. you already turned the key in the lock of your sexuality, and you have the power.
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