Someone

She's a woman, almost still a child.
I can see through her fake smile.
She's someone's daughter, sister,
A wife and, perhaps, a mother.
She's a human being.

He's a man, someone too.
Someone's son, brother.
A husband and, just maybe, a father.
He's trying to mask
His focus and concentration.

She's getting paid more than he is.
He just has to get it up and cum on command.
She just has to take as much as she can.
They're people, human beings,
Someones with hopes and dreams and pasts.

Heartbreak, soulbreak, and then some.
Someone's paying a physical, emotional, spritual price
And some pay more than others;
Even paying with their lives.
They're not objects, they are someone.