They looked at you
As a work of art
As a masterpiece.
Then they took you
To the auction
Where beauty collectors were gathered
To bargain the price
And outdo each other
To finally own you
And metamorphose you
Into a decoration
For their filthy walls,
And to show off.
For me,
I did not place the price tag
On you,
For you are priceless.
So I did not buy you;
I stole you.