MY COMMODITY
I remember how I felt, when I was still alive...
Young, hopeful, ambitious - BEAUTIFUL,
Thinking my day would come,
And my wait would pay off.
Never, ever did I think that I would become a victim.
Bait. A target for some game I could never figure out.
Never had I, the idea that all LOVE would STOP.
Never returned. And that I wore my heart on my sleeve.
That everybody around me were hovering vultures -
Salivating as they fluttered above; waiting for my moment of death.
That never came...
To collect the ransom of my life -
All at the cost of my commodity.
Yvonne Renee Moore