Sold!

Born, a tag between my legs
Pristine, not yet priced
I pushed the tag inside
hoping forever to hide
behind a hymen

Blood, forcing exposure
Bidding, they gathered round
Coached and pampered for sale
I dutifully allowed inspection

At first they ogled
whispering in my ear
Then they made contact
handling the merchandise

Touched, I endured display
as probing fingers explored
my most delicate parts
and men begged to take me home

A ring appeared and society nudged
while I repressed excuses and curled my toes
A penetrating date was pledged
and I dressed to impress amongst showers of gifts

I vowed my heart and held my breath
agreeing to the rupture of my soft, tender flesh
No one saw my tremble, and wedding bells masked
this jezebel’s unshakable screams of protest