Dieses sehr persönliche Gedicht wurde vor einigen Jahren von einem unserer Mitglieder geschrieben – für die vielen Sexworker, die weltweit Opfer von Gewalt werden und viel zu oft ihre Tätigkeit sogar mit ihrem Leben bezahlen müssen. Anlässlich des diesjährigen Tages gegen Gewalt an Sexworkern dürfen wir den Text hier veröffentlichen – vielen Dank dafür.

this is not a love song

you know me
I’m an escort girl
and my heels prick the ice
like spikes

my brain to amuse you
my mouth to praise you
my sensuality keeps you warm
my siren’s song whispers the way
and my heavenly scent
relieves you
in your endless days

but once a year
after the petals have wilted
and before the first snow starts falling
my voice raises into a gruesome howl
a song in a choir of grief, inevitable

sung by all my global mates
for all the victims
fallen and wounded in the battle of life
for their families and friends
on the 17th of december

we throw our fists in the air
from hands that always care
that stroke fluffy balls and weary heroes
that embrace
that are not made to hold candles

We’re reaching out to the lost
extending our hands to their souls
our fragile voices reaching the sky
to commemorate those
who met their fate

while it is not really fate at all
but violence, stigma and murder
purely made by man
and his accomplices
jurisdiction and a brutal legislation
they disgrace the name of justice
not my mates who lost their lives

who lost their lives
in pursuit to bring happiness and adult fun
pure entertainment without obligation
by a service made with commitment and love
why this aversion and aggression against us?
what have we done?

© Ariane 2011

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