A prostitute's confession

To God, who best knowest all hearts
Boldest, sun braved and wild desired
Can such souls know change?

To Mother, whose eyes sparkled with joy as a youth
But now shameful with distaste and regret
Could you even take twice a look at I?

To a genuinely loving man, whom I cold hearted in a rapture of rage
Despite the check, in a tick of a lifetime's moment, love entailed
Will cheeks ever burn, arms open, eyes shut and lips meet, again?

To Father, who fathered me not but astray
And his mistress was a straight path of gold for him
Would you even know the need of a world of man you left for me?