Prodigal Whore
I saw her come to the school once
Adored by teachers
And students
And parents alike
They all crowded her to the hall
She spoke of her studies
Her brilliance in math
Every teacher loved her
While the students envied her
She spoke of her parents
How they adore her
How she was thankful of them
Yet there were no emotions
No sentiments
Later in life
She went overseas
Got a degree
Got a Masters
Working on her Ph.D
And suddenly ran away
From home
From her parents
From her prodigal self
It made the papers
That she was a hooker
A prostitute
A lost soul worthy of rescue
From Malaysia to Oxford
Why?
She's a genius
She's an escort
Still prodigal
Working on Math while waiting for clients
