Em Jay Christian
Girl For Sale - Poem by Em Jay Christian
And there I stood,
A girl for sale,
And you couldn’t look away.
You filled my heart and soul,
With the lovely things you had to say.
I was afraid,
Prepared to run,
But I had nowhere else to go.
So when you asked me for my hand,
I just could not say no.
For there I was,
A girl for sale,
A heart longing for a home.
And you had me fair and square,
I was no longer free to roam.
And since I was your property,
Since I had no say,
You could do with me as you pleased.
I was either punished or “rewarded, ”
And I had no way to leave.
I never saw another way,
There was no other choice,
So I slowly turned to stone.
I became a statue, cold and gray,
And I belonged to you alone.
It was that girl,
Who you left there,
To be buried in the rain.
A girl who killed herself,
To escape from all the pain.
Well serves me right,
A sinful wench,
The pious women would condemn.
I was the very worst type of sinner,
Nothing at all like them.
I had gotten what was coming,
I brought it on myself,
You were a saint to take me in.
You were an angel sent from heaven,
To remove me from my sin.
They think you are so different,
An angel among men,
I wish they all could know.
I could blow their mind with bruises,
And stories of pain I couldn’t show.
I will leave you with this letter,
And a copy for them to,
A simple reason why.
A story of a girl for sale,
Who decided it was easier to die.
I would tell them to be better,
And to open up their eyes,
I would tell pray for them to see.
So that this couldn’t happen again,
There wouldn’t be more girls like me.
So don’t be so high and mighty,
You’re no better than I am.
You sell yourself for so much less,
Yet it is me who you call damned.
Well I hope you enjoy your cage,
I hope your life if damp and cold,
I hope you remember that I got away,
While you’re rotting, growing old.
I hope you think of me often enough,
The girl who turned to stone.
And I hope you always remember,
That I would have been better left alone.
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