[A friend of mine was talking to me about a subject he was discussing in a business class. The topic eventually ended up with him asking me to sell myself to him. That’s where I got the idea for this piece]
If someone asked u to sell yourself to save ur life, what would u say?
How much money would you sell yourself for?
What are you worth?
What I am worth?
Things almost fall into focus as my mind processes …
What world has programmed me.. or u for that matter …
To think that selling myself could only be for sex?
Why should selling myself have a negative connotation?
Perhaps i can attribute it to my filthy mind…
Or maybe the phrase “sex sells”…
The sheaths of ice that my mind was encased in finally begin to melt and fall free of mental imprisonment This new.. progressive realization dawned on me
I begin to feel more positive about the value of my goods
My goods being the characteristics and personality traits that make up me…
The goodies encased in my thick 5’6”, x by x, frame of mine
The sweet, seedless, and succulent version of me
The fruit men would be lucky to find hidden among the bitter, bruised, and sour
Exucse me… while i take a minute to brag…
Should I tell prospective browsers that I have curves in places
The ones that have made many men turn his head?
Now.. vanity aside…
Should I inform him about my spontaneity or should I leave it up to him to see that with me… there is never a dull moment
Should I brag about the song ne yo dedicated to me … Miss independent?
My creativity… Not only the artistic side but also the side that gives me the opportunity to fully experience the gamete of humanity’s sexual desires and energies
Or Am I to show my intellect through a complex combination of vocabulary strung together in a mind numbing and tingling sentence?
And then … Then it dawned on me….
Why the hell should I have to sell myself?
The world should see me as I am..
For a I pride myself in Todo lo que ves es lo que soy…
Nah… Fuck all the immature bullshit
I’m a.. Di .. Mond in the ruff
One that shouldn’t need a salesman’s pitch in order to be bought
To hell with sellin myself!
You can only find me in the finest of auctions…
Bid ur top price and I’ll let u kno if i’m satisfied