Shut your mouth and listen to what I have to say.
I'm going to take you back to that one specific day.
I was laying in bed alone while listening to you and him talk on the phone.
You said, "Well if they have the money I don't see why not.
She'll be ready by 9 o'clock."
You came in and said it's time to get up.
"Shower well and I'll make you pretty with make up."
In a pretty white dress and hair done to match,
You told me I'm a breath-taking catch.
I sat on the couch waiting with you,
But what was in store for me I had no clue.
They came in three men.
I will never forget the sight of them.
They tossed you a wad of money,
while grabbing my hand and saying, "Come with me, honey."
I didn't want to go, but you made me.
You let them rape me for money!
I cried and tried to run away,
But you helped them push me on the bed and screamed STAY!
You said to be a good little girl or I'll make you sad,
So I shut my mouth and let them do the things that were bad.
I was only 7 years old and already my innocence was lost.
You needed the money but at what cost?
Every day those men came over and brought more.
Each time you just watched at the door.
I ran away at the age of eight.
Why was I put into this fate?
I was ashamed of what was done,
So of course I could tell no one.
The day you found me you said things changed,
That I won't have to do those things.
Well mom, it was that way for a month; then you started again.
Through the door each day came the men and their friends.
Well I'm ten now and things got to come to an end.
You see I became a "woman" at the age of 9 with my monthly "friend."
Tonight while you're asleep I'm packing my bag to quietly leave,
But I want you to know that while the men were doing their "deed,"
One of them impregnated me with their seed.
Sold By Mother For Money
I can totally relate. When I was born in 2005, I was abused by my birth mother. All I remember of my father was a smile, a face with ginger colored hair, and then he walked out of my life...
Truth
Published by Family Friend Poems January 2009 with permission of the Author.
I can totally relate. When I was born in 2005, I was abused by my birth mother. All I remember of my father was a smile, a face with ginger colored hair, and then he walked out of my life forever. When I turned 1, my mom decided it would be a great idea to drop me out of a five-story window. When i survived, she named me Bella, which means Angel of God. I hate that name. I'm 14 now. I have changed my name to Shadow meaning the silent or deadly one. When I turned 5, my birth mother took me to the river beside our home and held me down for 5 minutes until the police came. I now have trust issues and no friends. What I'm trying to say is that we have to stay strong and when you find that one peson you can trust, don't let them get away.