Only worth $2.40: Original Poem

Only worth $2.40

Price tags everywhere

One there

Another stuck here

One down there

And right here

Price tags

Written by you

And they’re not worth much

You said 2 dollars and 40 cents

I thought it would be more

But self worth is never accurate

10 cents for the feet

50 for the legs

70 for both

40 cents for the body

5 for the arms (5 extra for hands)

60 for all

(Heart not included)

One dollar for the head

Brain not included

You said it wasn’t worth anything

Extra for the eyes

Beautiful brown baby’s

But they’re only 10 more cents

The heart was last

Put in a pretty little box

Tied with a bow

All pretty, ready for a price

But you said it was a gift

And made to be free

You gave out my heart for free

And the rest like I was trash

I wanted to scream

But my mouth was stitched closed

I wanted to rip off the price tags

But I had no more arms

I wanted to run away

But I had no legs

I thought I was worth more

I always had

Despite what everyone had always said

But I guess no matter what

My self worth

Will never be what others see

11-10-19

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Day 3 of the #Poemchall6

This represents self worth. Again it’s not happy, none of my entry’s probably will be tbh. But poems for me have always been a way to express my views and feelings and this is one way I feel. I’ve always wondered what others think I’m worth even though your ‘not supposed to care.’ It’s hard not to wonder, and whenever I do think about it I don’t think people would see me being worth much. I do think I’m worth something, maybe not much but everyone’s worth something right?