Sold Soul Poem by Kwenadi Gaaje

I remember not much of my childhood life
But i do reckon the day i felt like I've lost it all and had only my soul to sell.
But how can one sell her soul when its the only thing that is left to keep her alive?

At times you leave everything that sustains your inner peace in trying to mend someone's joy..
Unknowingly you grow to translate your soul to the dead.
You try to voice your emotions but you're unheard
For you have given up your soul to those who doesn't know the the value of what you do to them..

I remember as a child
When you smirk, voice your grieve and call out for help
Is regarded as being disrespectful.
Not knowing the malady you are going through
Its as if a child isn'tallowed to voice herself when she's carrying a burden.
You grow with a void
You grow to be a closed book with a reckless cover.
You grow to hide your scars
You are scared to talk for you fear being judged.
It slowly becomes a habit to laugh in public and drown deep in convulsion behind closed doors...

You grow to be a maiden filled with scars of her childhood.
You had come to accept you deserve nothing but to be tortured.
Its the only thing you are familiar with after all.