However I Dress It Up, I Was

As A Little Girl I Used To Daydream About My Real Father Coming On A White Horse To Rescue Me.

Discretion Is The Polite Word For Hypocrisy.

I Have Survived And Possibly I Should Not Hope For More Than That.

Even A Criminal Has The Right To A New Life, But They Made Sure I Did Not Have That. They Just Didn't Stop Calling Me A Prostitute For Ever And Ever And Ever And Ever.

They Wanted To Hear About The Sex, Of Course. But Not The Rest; No One Wanted To Hear The Rest.