Freedom by Noluthando
As a mother of two children I didn’t get freedom.
Instead of getting freedom I get hate.
I hear you talking about power of woman but what about me as a sex worker?
I raised my children alone with that money.
I don’t understand why people judge us without reason.
I am a feminist.
I do all things that women do.
I am a father and I am a mother because I manage to make a better life and feed my children.
You feminists said we are equal but me on my side I still struggle to raise my voice.
Where is the freedom of a sex worker?
People take advantage of us and kill and rape us.
If I die who is gonna raise my children?
The people rape outside but they take them in (arrest) for 1 or 2 days and then we see them again.
I am not a bad person.
I am selling sex, I am not killing anyone
Where is my freedom?
This is an entry for the “Feminist Flash Fiction 2013” writing competition from Mookychick Online.