Innumerable bidders
for my virginity
Not that I was beautiful
No... just vulnerable.
Syrupy promises
poisoned my ears
And there were gifts to incite greed
Sparkling gems, rubies,
rare stones
paved the path I treaded.
None offered love
I wasn’t a girl one could take home
They averted their eyes in daylight
Eyes that worshiped me
At night.
I bargained hard
Not really...
My dreams I traded-
for the crisp currency
for a gold chain
for some beautiful crimson cloth
and
a white shroud for my father..
