Self-Worth

June 23, 2024

White, Dave. Raging Sea. February 14, 2025, Dave White Illustrations.

Lately, I feel worthless. I needed to find some value in me, So I sold what I had For little a fee.

My eyes for a penny I sold to some fools, They’re blind and useless, Mistook for jewels.

My lips for a nickel To the sweetest sin, So they’ll know the love That has never been.

My ears for a dime I sold to a lover. To hear sweet nothings, And silence uncover.

My hands for a quarter I sold to a ghost, So that she might feel What I’ve wanted the most.

Finally my bones for a dollar I sold to the earth, But as for my soul- There was found no worth.

Jimenez, Kiana. “Self-Worth.” Poetic Bipolar Mind: Unraveling Life’s Threads Through Art and Words, 2024, p. 7.

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