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