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		hm ik weet nie of ik deze wel is heb gepost majah dit gedicht is dus al oud...  
 
I am alone  
Unwanted  
And Unloved  
Sold to the highest bidder  
Sold for ten dollors  
 
I was beaten  
Raped  
And starved  
 
I was sold for the night  
And painted like a doll.  
Exotic blue eyes  
Ruby red lips  
Midnight curls  
Held tight with a white ribbon  
Dressed in virgin attire  
And sold for the night  
 
The slobbery kisses  
And dirty hands  
Caressing my legs  
My face  
My arms  
And breasts  
Tracing the scars  
From old beatings  
Tracing the signature of my life  
 
Worked like a slave  
Called many names.  
Bitch  
Whore  
Dog  
Sarah  
Angie  
Love  
Baby  
Never my own  
Always their love's name.  
 
I've been a princess  
I've been a Queen.  
I've been a merchant  
I've been a dream  
I've been a star  
I've been a model  
I've been your mother  
I've been your daughter  
 
For most of my life I have been shipped around  
I've been called worthless  
And sold for a pound.  
I've been told I am nothing  
Yet I'm the best in town.  
 
Finally I'm free  
I ran away.  
He had started to hit  
And there was a knife  
He never stopped  
And neither did I  
Soon he was begging for his life  
As I kept weilding that knife.  
With his last breath  
My slashing came to a rest  
 
I sleep with no one now  
Not one more man will feel my touch  
I live in hiding  
No one knows where.  
I am wanted for murder  
But I don't care.  
Judge me if you must  
And justify my wrong  
But if I could do it over again  
I would have done it sooner  
And made it last longer  
For the pain in his death  
Will never match the pain in my life.
	 
	
	
	
	
	
		
		
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	Sorry, Was I screaming again? 
	 
	
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