i wish you knew, as you got dressed for the night, that the men looking at you do not know how precious you are. I wish you knew, as you danced the night away, as you forced a smile and removed dollar bills from in between your breasts, that you are worth more than any man could give you. I wish you knew that you were more than a service, an escape, a hidden website, a rundown building, a pair of high heels. I wish I could tell you, that when I look at you, I see a heart, a soul, a body, a mind. I wish you knew that I know you are very tired, tired of painting your nails, of losing weight, of the implants, the smell of sweat and sex, the demands, the confusion. I am sorry you have an audience. I wish you knew that you can be free from the guilt you carry. And sometimes I want to be angry at you, for destroying families, for creating a fictitious idea of what women should look like. I want to be angry at the men and women who hurt you, who told you that you were worth thirty dollars a night. I want to be angry at them for treating you like an object and not a human being. I am sorry that they pay you, that their eyes look at you instead of at their wives or husbands. I am so, so, sorry. I am sorry for the people in your life who spoke death over you, who touched you against your will, who made you feel like the only thing you had to offer was your naked body to a stranger. Sometimes I want to scream for the sake of the people I love. The people that are struggling for purity as you pop up on the screen, as they see you advertised on the street, as they put dollar bills in your hands. And I want to be angry for women who are plagued by the idea that they should look like you. That they need to be better in bed, fit in certain jeans, and not eat when they should. I want to scream. But instead I weep. I weep for you, over you, and sometimes because of you. I weep because the movements that you make on the screen are not really your own. And the eyes that stare at men and women all over the world, those eyes, your big beautiful eyes, are eyes that were created to behold a kind of beauty that is unfathomable.
