Selling Your Soul

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Selling Your Soul

Written by:

LuvRaqui/Raquel Hernandez

July 15, 2001

When your alone and tired with no money to spend
When your baby is crying and wants a piece of bread.
When you have a roof over your head, but, it is cold as hell.
Would you could you sell your soul.
Feeling like you're at the bottom of a hole.

When you're scared and you're crying and you think you're dying.
Your baby is wet and no Pampers are left.
Your belly is aching cause you're hungry and do tell,
you can't remember the last time you had a meal that is well.
Would you could you sell your soul.
Feeling like you're at the bottom of a hole.

You have counted all your pennies and it doesn't add up to 30 Cents.
You turned every cushion and searched every corner and nothing is left.
You used an old shirt to diaper your child even it is all wet.
You rinsed it out, but, it smells like piss, No money, no soap.
WHAT THE HELL IS THIS!

You feel you have no options your hands are tied.
You know a man very nice and he has a ride.
He wanted to date you but you're scared.
You know he doesn't want a girlfriend.
He wants you to lay and give your body for an even trade.
You have his number between your fingertips.
You're trembling with the thought of what is at hand.
You count your chance again.
1 nickel, 2 dimes and wonder if you should do it this time.
With every ounce of strength you fling that change.
You rip up that paper, you curse the day.
Would you could you sell your soul.
Feeling like you're at the bottom of a hole.

From the cold bedroom you hear a cry.
Your baby is wailing and your heart begins to die.
It is half past 10pm and you start to sigh.
Your baby is hungry, she is probably wet.
You look in the fridge and the only thing left.
is an empty jar of peaches, an ounce of milk.
Would you could you sell your soul.
Feeling like you're at the bottom of a hole.

The last scrap of your shirt she has filled with a mess.
You have to lay your baby's belly to rest.
You pick up the bits of paper and pick up the change.
You make the call feeling ashamed.

As the bitter cold air hits your face.

You wish to hell you were not in this place.
Would you could you sell your soul.
Feeling like you're at the bottom of a hole.

It seems within minutes he has arrived.
You smile and pretend he is your friend.
But inside you heart cries.
NO! NO! NO! DON'T DO THIS PLEASE!
DON'T SELL YOU BODY!
DON'T BEG ON YOUR KNEES!
DON'T LET HIM TAKE YOU!
YOU'RE WORTH MORE THAN THIS!
But instead you just whisper a prayer.
As he looks in your eyes and touches your hair.
Would you could you sell your soul.
Feeling like you're at the bottom of a hole.

You feed your baby and put her to rest.
You feed your self but your soul is a mess.
What could you do what could you say.
You SIGH and give your soul away.

For something so necessary.
You gave your body in trade.
Still you would rather dig your own grave.
How can someone do this.
How can it be.
What else can you do when your child is hungry.
Would you could you sell your soul.
Feeling like you're at the bottom of a hole.

The next morning you wake and you say goodbye.
You sit back trembling and begin to realize.
What did I have to do to survive?
You pick up the twenty he left by the bed.
For a plate of Chinese Food and Pampers.
Is what goes through your head.
Your heart is gone, Your soul is torn.
Nothing left to do but keep moving on.
Would you could you sell your soul.
Feeling like you're at the bottom of a hole.
Trapped in a corner, no where to run.
Would you could you.
For a moment in time.
When all you have is 1 nickel, and 2 dimes.

Special Thank to Peggy Dobbins for help with Proof Reading

this Poem. Kisses and Hugs to you Peggy Thank You!

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