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For now, she writes her name on napkins
as invitation for men to play and pay
using her body as a service
while her soul is tattered away

For now she writes her name on napkins
along with his last name
doodling and coloring it beautifully
knowing well her relationship’s fragility

For now she writes her name on napkins
along with a grocery list
caring not what items she forgot
pondering how long can she continue with the facade

They are real women
fighting their discreet unspoken battles
getting their identities declassified
only when their names reach the sky.

In response to Christine’s Daily Writing Prompt on #godoggocafe