Finders Fee

He broke off the look when I looked his way
With his unpleasantness he will release me
Never to be found again, in an unknown place
He will search, and generously provide a finders fee

No words can comfort the ills he’s done
I look forward to what comes after him
I’m no man’s property, no man’s prize
A generous finders fee is what he’s made of me

No sparing his honour or his pride
I run and hide, a foreigner of my society I become
I appeal to his friends, they too turn away
A finders fee is what I’m worth

Many want to collect, a few more want me dead instead
And they give me away for a slice of bread
Who could be the beggar of life, me or them
I beg no more, a finders fees is what I’m worth

I know there’s a road ahead, I dare to take it
I dare to know my own strength
I dare to be more than his finders fee
No matter how hard or unpleasant it can be
I’m a prophet of my own life

I seek the right to live my life
No more appeal to live my life
I walk amongst the many other women with a finders fee on their heads
We spare ourselves of the dreary honour laid upon our souls
A finders fee I pay myself for the life I live no more

Suzanne Mondoux
8 August 2020

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