Unseen Tears

Unseen Tears


I lost my virginity last night.
Can any one help me find?

They say life is all about choices.
Do I really have a choice?

My parents’ living and brothers’ education are more critical than any in my life.
What should I do?

I have been looking for a job.
Do you know any?

Please do not mention the job qualifications; all I have is my body.
Can I get a job?

Finally, I found a job last night, and I lost my virginity.
Can any one help me find?

I look around for help, but only sorrow and rejection reply me.
Hello...can you hear me?

My life has been dictated by shame, ignorance, and loneness.
Are you all deaf and blind?

I am just what they want me to be.
Do I have any future?

If I ever had an opportunity, I would ask for my virginity.
Is that too much to ask for?

Note: I got some email comments for my last gender post from some friends. They said my topic is not hot in Burma but sex workers. I agree with them although I see sex workers’ issues is directly related to my topic. Since then, I have been thinking about sex workers to write something on it, but I couldn’t come up with something. It’s not because I don’t care their lives, yet it is so difficult to see their inside since I haven’t really had friends or done research on this area. But here it comes. This poem may not completely reflect sex workers’ lives. What I hope is that showing my genuine understanding and respect for their lives. I hope I can take some pragmatic actions soon too. Above all, I want to send a message to sex workers that I love them.