Pretty Pricele$$ Poem by Wykeshia McCallister

Truth is I set a high, expensive price on myself
I vowed not to allow anyone to treat me like I'm cheap
Even though I was brought with a price
God's Beloved Son paid it all just for me

I'm the type of girl who is worth more than money
Still and all my Love Don't Cost A Thing
I'm far from being a gold digger and down to my last dime
I'm a Million Dollar Girl who is a Queen

All eyes need to be on my heart rather than looking at me with dollar signs
It's true that money don't buy love and happiness
To keep it real, Love pays to be me, myself, and I
And to prove a point, this poem explains that I'm Pretty Pricele$$