Desker Road

Coming here,
I feel at home.
My kind are here,
I enjoy.

The road is straight,
Narrow and innocent.
But I know,
Pleasure is abound.

In my element,
Here I am.
In the ignored place
Of the bustling city.

We are avoided,
At all cost,
Unless one will pay,
For our services.

Not many know us,
Yet we are infamous.
We are scorned
But we actually belong.

Apart from the country,
By people, who are deemed normal.
Ignored and feared
But never forgotten.

Would you like to visit me?
Down my Desker Road?

Melissa Tan Yen Woon
4 Grace