I'M Selling My Body Poem by Ramona Thompson

Crying tonight
No choices left
No job and no hope left alive in my breaking heart
Shattered by tragedy
I feel so guilty
So damm guilty
Yet this is what I know I must do
If me and mine are to survive
Tonight all I can do is this
Tonight I'm selling my body
Unless a rich man will marry me


Dying to be saved from this awful fate
Willing to do anything or anyone it takes to escape
A life of horror
A life of pain and strife
Hungry
My belly screaming for food that isn't on my barren table
Naked
My body so cold in the storm
Moaning for cover that I can't afford
All leading me to one last desperate bid for suvival
Tonight I'm selling my body
Unless some big Hollywood director will agree to cast me in his next blockbuster


No family
No friends
No one that I can turn to
Have no choice but to toss my morals out the window
Right along with my clothes
Pray that God won't judge me too harshly
For this sin I am about to commit
I am sorry
So sorry
But truthfully I can see no other way
So bitter yet resigned to the fact
Tonight I'm selling my body
Unless my rockstar crush finally breaks down and calls me right now


Made up my mind
No changing it
No going back now
Gotta do what and who I have to do
No matter the cost
No matter the shame
It's my life
I'll lead it how I want to
Even if I hate every single minute
I'll go through with this awful, awful plan
Making sure one and all know that tonight...
I'm selling my body
Unless someone out there reading this cares enough to try and stop me
Before midnight tonight
Before it's too late and I go out there on the streets to begin....


Selling my body tonight