Imagine that,

You lacking imagination.

I shouldn't be surprised,

Still, leaves me incredulous.

In my youth,

When I'd expressed the wish

To not do anymore what

I did to get myself money,

You, of course,

Jumped to the conclusion

That it was about prostitution,

Even writing it in my client notes.

Had you bothered

To ask me, I could've cleared

That up for you very easily:

No way did I EVER do that.

What I did involved selling

Something, sure, but it

Certainly never was my body...

You think that's all girls can do?

Come on, now,

Get away from stereotypes.

There's more than one way

To survive on the streets.

As a professional,

Half expected you'd know better.

Also don't appreciate my story

Being rewritten to your assumptions.

Now there are official files

That state I used to sell my body!

Have you any idea how infuriating

This is, to be faced with?