Lori Meyers

Lori Meyers used to live upstairs

Our parents had been friends for years

Almost every afternoon, we'd play forbidden games

At nine years old, there's no such shame

It wasn't recognition of her face

What brought me back

Was a familiar mark as it flashed across the screen

I bought some magazines, some video taped scenes

Incriminating acts, I felt that I could save

Who the hell are you to tell me how to live?

You think I sell my body, I merely sell my time

I ain't no Cinderella

I ain't waiting for no prince to save me

In fact, until just now, I was doing just fine

And on and on

I know what degradation feels like

Felt it on the floor

At the factory where I worked long before

I took control

Now I answer to me

The 50K I make this year will go anywhere I please

Where's the problem?