Sold
sitting quietly
money to be made
from the little girl
dressed in jade
They touch her hair
her mouth
her neck
her chest
they discuss whose money
wants her best.
they barter and talk
bicker and argue
Until one lucky person wins
taking her hand
they lead her home
Some were special
some were nice
some simply needed to
fill their vice
When they had their way
they would send her out to play
she would wait until
they called her again
and again
and again
and again
She didnt know if they would stop
or when,
they needed their fix
and she was it
their pretty yet stupid little shit
After the men were done
the women took over
they groomed her and cleaned her
and made her smell nice
telling her it would be alright
that she was having a bad dream
and they werent real
a prick in the arm and she was asleep
Waking up in bed
no memory at all
yet her body screamed violation
but that was all
Hurting hurting yet no scars to show
Amelia had nowhere to go
it must have been dream to her
but it wasnt for the alter who experienced it all
Cleo on behalf of those alters who were "Sold"
9 comments:
we know all to well how that feels....thanks for the poem.....
Relating. Thanks for sharing.
xxooxx
I don't know how people can live with themselves who do such things. So sorry.
Feeling the pain.
What can I say ...
I wish I didn't have to say I can relate to this, but then that wouldn't be the truth. Unfortunately I know exactly how this feels. At least know that you're not alone and it was never your fault.
Wow. This is part of your experience that I never connected to before this poem. Thanks for your courage in sharing...here and for The Blog Carnival Against Child Abuse.
This should never happen to a child but it does. Safe hugs and blessings to all of you from another survivor. My own horror was enough but nothing compared to yours. Blessings to all of you.
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