Sold

six years old ,
and my parent can't afford,
my shelter food and warmth ,
that's the first time I was sold
 
sent over to a strange old man,
who smelt like smoke and whiskey,
he paid to touch me,
kiss me,
he did not go all the way I guess I should feel lucky
 
just a few years later,
this became common occurrence
ten years old and nearly nightly,
a new stranger comes for me,
I'm made to go all the way,
they hit me when I cry,
just ten years old forced to have sex ,
and to do it with a smile
 
each new man,
they left a mark,
not physical but mental,
by age thirteen my visitors were many,
some nights four,some five ,some six,
those men that came and paid for me
 
at age sixteen I had lost count,
the men there were to many,
I had to please and pleasure them,
it made me feel so dirty,
it warped my sense of normality,
it stayed within my mind,
all those that I was sold to,
the pain they leave behind
 
now seventeen I finally see,
that they should not have made me,
though I also understand they were doing it to save me,
my mental scars they will last,
I always will remember ,
them selling me,
repeatedly,
for as long as I can remember