Sold

This is a sad reality for thousands of young girls


She was just ten when she first had an intimate knowledge of men
Her father sold her to a man who lied, said she'd have a job
Trained domestic servant to a rich family in Calcutta fed on milk and butter
She so small and fragile yet slender agile would send money home
Help pay the landlord who made their life hard with endless interest on their loan

The madam sold her, told her a wealthy man wants to see you to do you
In her innocence asks do what? she gets a slap shut up you stupid slut
He wants your virginity of course to ride you like a horse
She doesn't understand until he takes and guides her hand mystified she sat and cried
He doesn't care has no regard for her tears, her inner fears

He orders her remove your clothes strike a pose
Lays her on the filthy bed
She feels the pain as he pushes again and again until he's all the way inside
She's ripped she's torn the agony borne with desperate sobs as he plunders, robs
Her blood the only lubricant to ease the pain
Virginity stolen for the price of a meal leaving her desolate
No mother, father brother no other to save or salve the broken soul
Of a life sold