A Harlot’s Pain
I am known as the town’s harlot.
Sadly, many don’t care that my
real name is Charlotte; a police officer
once yelled to me, “Hi Harlot,” He knew
my real name. Degradation is
just a way of life for me, maybe I deserve
it, because I am a shame to society;
my own family avoids me and I even
feel like God doesn’t love me. Christians
scare me, because I think they can see
the evil in me. I am scared they will judge
me, degrade me and make me feel like a baby.
One day, a Christian woman
told me a story about a woman,
Mary. I learned that she was a harlot,
and everyone judged her until Jesus said,
“Judge not Mary.” It was enough for me;
it empowered me and I changed my life
immediately. I have now arrived home as
Charlotte and not somebody’s harlot.
beautiful!
Thank you!