My Poem gives a voice to a Prostitute on their identity and stigma

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Malaya

Is my prefix

Is my sir name

To others, it's my given name

Malaya

Is my identity

At night at the street lights

At work in the lodges

Malaya

Is a mother

Is a daughter like her mother

Is a sister to her daughter

Malaya

Is her only option

Selling her only possession

To determine her destination

By Aliker P'Ocitti

From: Uganda