Sold For Hire Poem by David Oladipupo Olorunshola

My back is turned to you
In order to find solace from afar
My heart can no longer understand
As my spirit find no standard
Measurable to compare the atrocity
Unleashed against my sanity

My back is turned to you
My heart, my soul are broken
What next am not able to fathom
My body also is broken
From receiving incessant beatings
Many times unjustifiable
Out of sheer wickedness other times

My back is turned to you
My back receives many more strikes
Even before the last heals
I weep, and weep many times
And weep to find ways to sleep
That the nightmare may stop

My back is turned to you
That I may pass on to the unknown
Why has the creator left me like this
Where are my progenitors
I am only a child, a child
A child of circumstance

My back is turned to you
Not readily position to respond
Against this abuse and my abusers
Let my help come quick and early
That my soul may find peace
And be quiet within my body
Sold out for hire are my thoughts