Human Trafficking
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It's a long shot
Some David and Goliath shit
If Goliath were a whole damn city
And everyone bet on David losing
And David showed up to the fight refusing
But I'll do it
They've given up on me
And I on them
Ordering my days by
How to best pretend
We stand a chance
Selfishly numbing what
I can't takeOf their circumstance
Tick tock tick tock! Time is going, little shiny smiling
Beautiful skinny, her smile could kill the evil inside you
SHAUNSTERXXX YO
WERE IN A LEGEND GANG SIX NINE BACK OFF YOU KILLER
SIX NINE I THINK YOU KILLED XXXTENTACION IM THE OWNER OF
LEGEND GANG YUH IM THE BEAST WERE IN A LEGEND WERE BALLING
Where can I be? I am only a roundabout,
Who can I be? I am only a roundabout,
How can I be? I am only a roundabout.
She was not even old enough to know
The first time she was sold.
Men would come;
Men would go. She could only come;
She could never go.
She always did what she was told,
They Come
They come in the dawn. They come in the night.
They come in the dark.
They come in the light.
They come in the Morning,
And afternoon.
They come in the evening,
tears roll down my face
as i try to figure out if i was meant to be here
i lost some one i loved so dear
i stay up at night
i try to fight
but this is not right
i sit here and cry
Oh wretches and crooks lying in wait outside,
You shall no longer pounce on us whenever you like.
We, the protectors, have a message for you to hear,
Your desperation will soon turn into fear as you fail to ensnare us.
Girl alone or full on piled
As they slipped through blood,
“Oh this girl’s wild”
She didn’t know her breaths could be swallowed
Oh no, she was just a child
4, 5, who loses count?
You've heard the tale
A lady with snakes for hair
Athena didn't dare say What did she wear
A man "putting her in her place"
The lady turning you to stone
all i could think about
when he pushed his way inside of me
was his enchanting stories of a better life
Belittled by the MAJORITY they never cared about the MINORITY. They always looked at what had happened but they had never IMAGINED what was to come. It was catastrophic, they were being SOLD, TOLD, what to do, didn’t have anything but the truth.
Childhood friend
Why do I go crazy
We never talked about it
I think about it daily
I left before you could
The hood never betrayed me
I was incarcerated
I thought about it daily
A cunning, thin man
leads a pack of wolves
to steal the little darlings of Ashley, Kansas.
A magician of sorts
who pins up tents and forts;
piked up deep in the forest for youth's entertainment...
I see my nieces
I see my nephews
I see the future of my sister's children.
I see the future of my brother's children.
DeadDead livingLiving deadLiving with deadLiving but deadSilent or muzzledUnseeing with open eyesHearing but deafYou decidewhere you belong?Man oh manWhen you fall,
In a modern world the gods would rule the school
Zeus would be the head quarterback
He would be the guy girls swoon over
Aphrodite would be a hopeless romantic
A prey in predators territory
Facing the storm of tragedy,
With a lot of memories,
Alone in the cave of the fasting
Vampire.
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Taken: A Spoken Word
Streetlights
Hood up
Head down
One foot in front of the other
Silence
Plenty to Survive
There was a happy little bird named Blueheart
Whose dream was to fly high to the sky
Her wings were weaker than other birds’
Trust?
What is that?
5 years ago I did that!
You wrecked my life
You made it a 5 car pileup
And all the trust I had was in between the gas and the break
“Cricket,cricket” goes the night that was deadChains on my legs the floor full of red Free,free was all I dreamed No more of what’s up aheadI put my faith on God’s hand
Not again, everyday. Forget about this problem that comes up anyday. Can’t breath,
walls closing in don’t wanna black out, gasp for air once again. Don’t wanna lose so
Oh little bird
How I long to set you free
From the imprisonment seize
Let you spread your wings
Go beyond the mountains and trees
To hear you sing, once you leave
Oh little bird
Arid remarks
Shrugged-off side glances
Painted with painful disdains
Torment and colorful disgust
Intrinsically defined by nothing but
Side comments and catcalls—
Little girl.
"Yo es fuerte."
I met a girl who had gone through hell
She had gone through and come back again
I met a girl who had God in her eyes
She had escaped without a trace of where she'd been
She told me not to cry
यो सन्सारमा खै कस्को बिश्वाश गरुँ ?
मेरा आफ्नै काकाबाट मेरो इज्जत लुटिदा
बलात्कृत म आफ्नै बुवाबाट कुटिदा
कस्ले सम्हाल्यो मलाई कस्ले सम्झायो?
मेरो हत्या गरि उस्ले आफुलाई सोझ्यायो।
I sit in the corner and wait for a sign,
Waiting for voices or steps in the hall
I cry all day long praying it’s not me.
Theres a child far away,Not in miles but in pain.Open arms pose a threat,Tears for these, God doth shed. Let us go find each one,and bring them safely home. Not just boys, not just girls,Many more ‘round the world.Hearts are torn, lives in shame!T
Heading down this lane I see no one beside me,
Oh, that's right, I only feel someone inside me,
I feel nothing but someone who's anal, a crazed Boy man with only one angle,
In order for us to make it in this place called Earth,
We have to overcome challenges that are brought to upon us since birth.
Day and night I suffer the same fate
My body being pushed to its expiry date
My mind is at its limits
When you take away my innocence
What have I done to be treated like no one?
SLAVERY(by Irusota)
Through the North they came
And fled through the South
Through the dancing Sahara
Across the shores of Africa
They came with horses and raid our land
Taken us to a foreign land
Houston, Texas is the sex trafficking capital of the United States.
The average age of female victims that are first captured is 12-14 years old
She should be swinging at the park and jumping in the leaves
Instead tears are streaming down her face as she hugs her knees
She should be in a classroom saying ABCs and counting 123s
Because I love you
I will sit and stare
Because I love you
I will sniff your hair
Because I love you
I will never leave
Because I will love you for eternity
You shall never leave me
A pale white rose
Dipped in blood
Given to the one that rose and fell.
Six feet underground
Will rise one day,
In a memory
In a dream
In a nightmare.
Rest in peace please
Memories,
uncanny images have landed from the past.
Who am I?
the scars on my heart,
the fortitude of an elder,
the youth of my skin,
or the hope of a child?
Maybe, if I am ever seen,
When Alice was 13
She lived in her own world,
Fame obsessed,
The typical American girl.
a red feather
soars through december air
eyes searching
and a red nose
lights sparkle beneath
as towns
as cities
eyes caught
at a window
a child
Once upon a time there was a girl named Cinderella,
She thought that she met a really nice fella
He held the door
and left her wanting more.
Her step-sisters warned her
Boom! Crash! Snap.
"We can't protect the fallen.
We can't relieve the screeching
Even if we try."
Trembling and weak
She grabbed her pearl beads
And her room key
Left her soul in agony
Cold street corners
Search for donors
Empty handed she won’t be
Empty hearted, possibly
Dying slowly, audibly
America, the beautiful.
You have burned your amber waves,
Belonging to young girls who were told they would never be beautiful.
You have locked them up in caves.
Red lipstick. Red nails. Red dress. Pearl necklace. Perfectly still; and deafeningly silent. What a beautiful sticky mess.
Go ahead and use my body for what you need,Push me down on my knees,Make me yell...make me scream,Use my body as you please,Tell me you love my blowjob eyes, And please ignore me as I cry,
It was brought to me a year ago,
I had heard it before;
but now it was freshly in my mind.
Girls were being kidnapped.
Girls were being forced,
to do the unimaginable.
I will never hurt another human being the way you hurt me;
Blinded by only what you want me to say and see,
Bound to you by a sense of misery.
I just can't seem to breathe.
you watched me grow from a tiny seed
and i watched you grow as i became who i was meant to be.
Over time i began to blossom
and you began to produce your pollen.
I would come home from school
and expect a silent mouth and loud ear.
that's what you do when someone is talking.
listen louder than you speak.
but that wasn't the case.
2016 a year with eyes wide open
To a world, where things are cloaked, covered, and unspoken.
This year, full of fear, where humans are bought and sold like meat
Whose eyes of compassion, we'll never see.
I look up in the sky
And I wonder why?
Why is it blue,
When blue means, boo-hoo
Why is all this happening to me?
Why won’t someone help me?
What else is there to live for?
I have emerged into who I deserve to be.
To say it is like stepping into true shoes of self would not honor
this metamorphosis.
From a cocoon of self-shame, disdain, confusing misery did I emerge,
I stand on the street corner,
Cold and alone.
Waiting and watching,
Knowing what's going to happen soon.
A man pulls up to me,
Showing me a 50 dollar bill.
I get in his car,
The Trinity
VICTIM
I stand alone.
I stand unheard, unnoticed.
I am on my own.
And the world cannot see.
Confined to space and time am I
And I cannot try
1976
My parents spent most of their time fighting in their bedroom because they didn't want my sister and I to see them struggling.
i found
letters i wrote
after i returned home with my body smelling of lubricant and latex
i wasn’t stupid enough
Buzz.
My phone rings.
It’s mom again.
“Miss you sweetie,” she writes, as if those words hold meaning.
I try
to
hold on
to thelight,but it's
alwaysout of reach
And I think.
It is thedarkness
that hides thelight.
girls giving up to sex so easily,
even in the dark,
I can still see cherry stems on the street.
That child there is basterdized
No succesful adult wants a broken doll
No child wants a stiff house
No morallity in them curtains
Self made wretches
Traping inocence in wall paper
She's broken she's shattered but her classmates don't see her pain.
No one one knows the horrors she has faced.
Broken, abused, and discarded like trash... Yet she smiles with so much life.
She walks the streets
looking at the stars
ohh how it makes her so upset
it's going to be a lot of customers she thought
she. puts her lipstick and heels on
covering the scared under her arms
It’s something nobody can really expect
She could be going to the grocery
Before climbing into her car, should have checked
Who could blame her for not thinking to see
9 $10s
90 $1s
900 dimes
9000 pennies
Is that my worth?
People, they're meant to be priceless
Traffickers, they call them useless
Victims, they feel so hopeless
All this less,
Daddy left me – I didn’t know what a man’s love was supposed to look like.
His words were warmth to my cold heart
They picked me up and carried me away from loneliness.
“Trust me.”
She looks in the mirror
Dead in the eyes
Looking at someone
She no longer knows
She grabs her paint brush
And starts to work on her canvas
Liner.
Mascara.
Powder.
Lipstick.
Love does not come quietly, love does not come softly. Love will puch you in the gut, fall down on you like a ton of bricks.
Love will break you down. Love will beat you until you are balck and blue all over and begging to get out.
Soothing Songs of Sorrowing Widows
Reflect the red pitched tents
And is the space of feathers and rings are nothing but oddities
Freaks of nature both rare and odd run free of mind like a blind eyed mime
I came from a woman who never felt love
A woman who couldn’t seem to find the man above
A woman who replaced love with lust
To those filthy niggas, she entrust
But OH HOW for granted they took her guts
The hazy, smoked, streaked room with the creaky door, reeks of day old cigarettes.
However, I am immune to the pungent stench.
See a couple pass by with smiles on their faces, and instant I want to be with
My entire commute, lunch break, day, night,
And essentially, life is made up of “moments”.
To know me, is to know my love and passion for all things funny.
My entire commute, lunch break, day, night,
It's happening all around me,
right under my nose;
the repulsive actions of human monsters selling, exploiting, and destroying other humans.
I cannot continue to stand here
and act as if there's nothing I can do
I wonder what a whisper sounds like,
When you can't feel it's gentle blow.
Three words uttered: "I love you"
Mean so much less when said too loud
Too fast
Too fake
Loud enough to hear,
A thump. Then a scream.
"WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING"
I wanna go home.
Help stop human trafficking. Bring them back home.
What have I done?
Where have I gone?
I'm not who I'm meant to be.
I don't know why I can't see.
I've lost myself in a game.
I no longer know my own name.
I'm just not the same.
I feel so lame.
Remembering Innocence
By: Arion Hart
People ask me how I can
Stand in front of a hundred people
And talk about IT.
How I can describe what happened to me
Rusted chains cling to their hearts,
Darkness consumes them --
Children of Darkness?
Or are they Children born in Darkness?--
They cannot hear faith told,
For their ears are bound.
The very essence of being
How can you capture that?
or even more so
know what it's like to have it's threads unravel
A wall painted blue
With the slighted tint of grey
Opposite a jungle scene.
The bedding is of lavender
With some curtains to match
Next to a basket woven with care
You would rather settle for less?
Another night on the screen answers yes
You couldnt keep from wondering eyes
Your mouth was filled with lies
What was your thought about me?
The faceless faces now hold detail.
The wounded women now show sealed scars.
The chasteless children now innocent.
The hollow home now stands solid.
From the day we are born in our lives are in danger.From the moment she took her first breath,Her fate had been decided.She never even made it home.Straight to the chicken farm she went.
Home
I hear them coming.
Coming to take me away.
They drug me.
Then sell me like a slave.
I will never see home.
Here they come.
Coming to pull at my clothes.
What would I change?
Change comes in many forms
Physically and mentally.
You change the color of your hair to fit your personality.
But what about permanent changes,
the ones we never get back?
My body, is My body.
You can not have My Body.
They can not have My Body.
Children, women, and men.
Stripped of Their Freedom.
Alone and abused.
It needs to stop.
You can't suppress their needs
They said
Boys will be boys
They say this as if
There's nothing wrong
With letting people
Have their way
Never telling of death
And consequence.
She sits alone, facing the crowd
The harshest words are clearer now
For as they barter, she streams a tear
Down each cheek, kept in fear.
I hear your stories and feel your pain as if it were my own.
An anger and passion feel my bones as i figure out
How? What? What can i do to help you?
No, I haven't seen the streets nor have i taken that high
21 million
Oppressed, persecuted, taken advantage of
Chained daily to the threat of violence
Silenced into powerlessness
Yet, who knows?
Like an underground network
Lured into a tunnel of darkness
Beneath the surface
A haunting injustice.
Without a voice they suffer
No one to rescue her.
A cycle without hope
no way for her to cope.
This silent suffering
is human trafficking.
help.
her deep, brown eyes cry out to me
help
my spine sends shivers
help
she stands on the corner
help
the vehicles come and go
help
All I want is for children to be free Because to me freedom should not come with a feeChange is what I want to bringDon’t want anyone to be forbidden to sing
Beauty fades;
it's inevitable.
Our bodies are our shells
like eggs they crack, they decay.
But the inside is what nourishes us,
mixes together with other human ingredients
America, America Home of the free
Where the justice bell rings peacfully
Parents tell children of the birds and the bees
Yet there are others who've never heard such a thing
Garbage litters the dusty roads
Over the summer I had the opportunity to attend an international summit about Human Trafficking.
Bound by chains, their bodies are used.
Young girls held against their will.
Sweet innocence is ripped away.
Alone, scared, and lost.
Bound by fear, held captive by abuse
And stuck in a living hell.
Only the age of twelve
Was she
When sold into the commerce of
Sex slavery
Misfortune and injustice are
All she’s ever known
Her purity, untimely taken away
Her own body overthrown
Some people’s voices are heard loud and clear.
Some people’s voices are quiet, because of a personal fear.
Still, there are others, who don’t have the choice to speak.
I'm angry that we're blind and don't even know it, and some don't even care.
Convenience is more than water and air
The product doesn't show it, the label doesn't share
They say ignorance is bliss, but
Regular girls played hopscotch and dress up
They pretended to be grown up.
Except for me.
I had to be grown up. I was not pretending.
Left to fend for myself every night
Birthed from the ashes, like a phoenix perhaps?
The dress dares to be strikingly close to the color of said bird
Clipped wings give you reassurance,
Relieved?
Like small specks in the sky,
We watch things flow by.
We laugh, we play, we smile,
but do we ever think for a while?
Everything is wrong.
Wars and famines and sexual sins, sure,
We can all talk in generalities.
Preachers and teachers do it all the time. But
What about the children armed to
Shoot the innocent
Despair and darkness have taken over my life
This is nothing new
I've gone through and put up with a lot of strife
What is one more day of hell when your life is a pit of fire?
You ruined me
in the dark of the night
i saw him looking at me
my heart skipped with fright
perched like a black hawk deadly, in plain sight
outside my window he sat in a tree
in the dark of the night
She had hopes and dreams.
She had family.
She had friends.
One vulnerable moment,
and it changed her life forever.
Next thing she knew,
she was somewhere, someplace,
surrounded by strangers.
In our day to day lives today we act like we're fine,
We sit on our couches as life passes by.
But what about those whose lives are not theirs;
Those who feel that no one in this world really cares.
On a sinister night i was born.,
And a voice beneath me begged
that I mustn't open my eyes.!
because what lay out there
would break me...
it would shatter my soul and
leave me in despair...
She walked in the street, she did not know;
It wasn't safe
The man stole her,
Sold her,
For an unforgivable price.
Now,
She lives in fear,
for her,
her family,
Someone asked me why I'm so nice to people who treat me bad, and I didn't know the answer.
Then during class I looked around after finishing my test and realized why.
I am dreaming
I’m scared and alone,
It’s dark in here
I hear footsteps,
They sound far away
But they are getting closer
…and closer… and closer.
A door opens a shadow appears,
Frigid and direful air is all the encompass me in this plight surrounding
No light can be found for it only impedes the creation of this malevolant place of dwelling
Free. Safe.I compain aboutWorking 5:00amShifts before aTwelve-hour dayAt school.Enslaved.Raped.You'd killTo drive far away,In the dingy 1994 Honda Accord
The cold corner, mocking me, healing me, destroying me.
The light, the dirty yellow light, casting upon my skin, pallow, washed out.
Skin shows, enticing the predetor, raising goosebumps, showing my destitute.
There he walks
Silently through the back.
He only talks
to the manager in the black.
He works hard all day
and gets very little pay.
To his son he is a hero.
But to others he is just a zero.
I look in the mirror and what do I see? The beautiful girl God created me to be. But just wait a second, it wasn’t always that way. Rewind 16 years, and that’s not what I would say. As just a little girl, I grew up in a crazy world. My parent
Tear after tear,
Shed by this weeping Willow
All over the thoughts of my past
All because of certain fellows.
Their evil work, their sinful minds
Stripped away my purity
I cannot sit here and unwrap this hatred,
Taste the blood and sweat of the innocent
Ignore the threads made of tears,
Smile, laugh and forget
I want to lay my life down
Looking fo r something to sell, nothing left but her skin. Letting go of her mind, walking down the rabbit hole, Wonderland is not what awaits. Working for a life she no longer wants, waiting for an offer to set her free.
Forsaken, Forgotten
Crushed by the fall
Broken and wounded
Once again left all alone
Abandoned, famined,
Reprimanded, unexamined
Used, abused
Left a confused little girl,
Tattered and torn
Pulled from home
No one to listen
Shattered, alone
Showcased, violated
Screams in the night
Darkness, anguish
Too tired to fight
Silenced...
It would be nice to live as if you don’t exist.My brain dislikes your constant presence- watching, waiting, staring with your big eyes -I have never been alone since the first time I met you
I want to sleep...I really do. He's calling just beyond the avenue. Tight curb, love in the low life suburbs. Patiently waiting for me.Sich schminken to hide a brutally gentle tide.
Waking in the dark,
Struggling to find light.
But what's there to see?
The day is always night.
A world full of people,
but here, I'm alone.
What once was soul,
Is not wimply bone.
Broken from the inside smiling on the out
Crying and screaming but nothing will come out
In a dark lonely place I sit alone in a corner
My back against the wall and too weak to stand
HELP!!! HELP ME PLEASE!
“I stand in the cold wind driven rain,
Hoping, nay praying, it will rinse away the deep heart felt pain;
Staying the tack and straining against the ship’s wheel,
Speak out!
The voice of mutes made by cries that fall on deaf ears.
The sounds of silence ringing on telephones of imagination and hopeful expectation.
Filled with dignity,
Clothed in shame.
Today is not the same,
as yesterday is to blame,
tommorrow is unknown,
as today has brightly shown
she struggles from the hardwood like a creamy stalliondrowning in a raging surf. her limbs
the appendages of a white crab spider sprawl bent,slender supple bones. her eyes
A girl sits beside her mother wondering where her happiness lies
Could it be within her bosom with her many guys?
Used, abused, confused, and lewd
Money gave her a new attitude.
Dreams live inside the girl
i write for the ones who cannot write themslves the ones without a voice the ones who need me more than i need myself.
"I'd never lie to you."
That's what you say now.
I'll beat it out of you,
Someday.
Never the needed justice
That still-frame conscience brings.
You're just the innocent
Perpetrator.
She glances in the mirror of the dainty little vanity
examining the features that provide the months salary
and wonders where she’d be if her hair was red.
Cannibals Clubbing
Hellos Hoboing
Tells Troubling
Cannibals Clubbing
Humans Hammering
Grosses Gnawing
Cannibals Chewing
Bloods Bleeding
Life Leaving
Cannibals Chewing
I saw a sign(Save the Humans)Three words,Quiet absurd to say the least.Humans being saved?What hypocrisy-We save the endangered,But maybe...Were the endangered.Not per numbers
For you I would climb
The highest mountain peak
Swim the deepest ocean
Your love I do seek.
For you I would cross
The rivers most wide
Walk the hottest desert sand
I remember the Garbage
Of everything else this is what stands out
One of the few memories that hasn't faded with time
Is the Garbage
I remember the smell
I remember the texture
Betrayed by one I once gave my trust
I trail behind
Covering my face from the dust
I arrive at the house, but it's not what I thought
For now I'm a slave for men
Yes, that's why I was bought
Betrayed by one I once gave my trust
I trail behind
Covering my face from the dust
I arrive at the house, but it's not what I thought
For now I'm a slave for men
Yes, that's why I was bought
Bailey awoke and was happy to hear
her alarm clock ringing loud
She scrambled out of her bed in haste
putting anything on she found
She struggled to try and contain her joy
as she tip-toed down each stair
These hands of mine
Carry the burden given by us all
The labor of surviving in the wild concrete jungle
Demonstrates itself in the form of sweat trickling
Pores widening, opening itself up to the world
Take your money leave me
Fly my wings believe me
Politics deceitfulness
Clear your head deprives
clear a path of derivation
set your eyes on starvation
unclear of the message thoughtfulness
people are close and homeless
Twenty seven million,
All sold into human trafficking.
Some children, some teens, some adults,
Praying for a normal life.
As a free person, I must help them.
You must help them.
We are their only hope.
An intelligent girl
With ambitions
An identity Uncared
About
Imprisoned, forced to work
Without pay
Sold for sex
Beaten to submission
It's happening now
Not a thing of the past
This is a slam for those who are broken
To speak of their pains and words unspoken
My body was a temple
my heart made of gold
a stranger he was
so impulsive and so bold
he took what was mine
innocence forgotten
as he crossed the line
But the book could still look nice,
set on a shelf for rent,
with a sticker and a price.
It is met with craving eyes,
and minutes past, they are content -
but the book could still look nice.
Every day we are awakened by the alarming clock.
Every moment should be great.
Don't misuse love, because others don't get the love.
Whats one more day? One more time? I'm numb, I'm past the point of pain.
I'm dead on the inside, a robot just following orders.
Doing what they want even when I dont want to.
When I know that it is more than just wrong.
I who dance at the barre
She who dances not by choice
Pointed toes, fifth position.
At the bar, on the street
I who dance in mirrors,
She who dances while
Dark Night spreads fingers into every chasm,
the walls draw closer as I draw each breath
my death in this place is imminent
they tell me I’m meant to fulfill one thing in life
to make each customer feel like a king as I sing
his every whim in this dimly lit room
I’ve got no name
except the street I stand on,
I’m a woman who knows her worth
at fifty dollars an hour.
I know rocks don’t go on fingers,
but slip into pipes.
And men get to love me,
She sits upon dirty sheets
Sheets that smell like sweat and dust
Lewd lust swims in the air like flies
The boss’s voice rings from outside
27 million, in bondage around the globe.
27 million, searching for an open road.
27 million, desperate for help.
27 million, cannot even produce a yelp.
27 million, are being traded every day.
What would I do?
Only if you wanted me to,
I would chase down the Sun for you, spending my lasting days chasing a setting Sun.
For why would I wrangle in the moon?
What would I do?
Only if you wanted me to,
I would chase down the Sun for you, spending my lasting days chasing a setting Sun.
For why would I wrangle in the moon?
Gentle words, soothing and caring,
Filling the holes with stones.
They don't fit right, but they stop
the heartache, the sadness, the lonliness
Tiger, tiger now you are free to run through the night,
Free like a bird being released from it's cage.
Tiger, tiger your fur is like a flame
Glowing bright through the night.
Tiger, tiger your eyes shine as bright as
There she was on two streets she did not know, waiting for hope, faith and a rescue. The night weather was beastly and unforgiving to her bare skin.
Love is gold that purifies through the flames;
It does not melt or burn but stands the heat.
Love fights despite hate’s constant arrow aims,
Advancing in battle when most retreat.
Comforter to the empty and broken,
"with liberty and justice for all"
Reciting this line everyday
Do we even understand the meaning?
Is our country based on a sham?
Why make these declarations if they aren't even true.
Unbuttoned my soul,
Ripped out my heart,
Stole my virginity,
Pealed off my innocence.
The pain crawled through my veins,
Creeping within my hands,
Messed with my insides,
Made me blind.
Growing up thinking life would be simple
Always thinking your parents would protect
Then you become a teen
Living a life your parents object
Parties, boys, friends
Who knew this would be the end
Let me drift away;
Away into the unperturbed
Blackness of the cold, calm bay.
Let me float away;
Away on the clouds
That carelessly swoon and sway.
I was sixteen when I was stolen.
Taken from the life of those who loved me...
I know they still seek me.
I wandered through life never thinking too much,
I was being watched, I was desired, and then they took me.
We stood.
We stood in the streets,
On the courthouse steps,
In the park,
By the church.
We stood.
Body parts shifted.
Clothes unraveled.
Flesh rubbed and forced.
Tears fell while incubuses bread.
A broken limb.
A thrashed whim.
no pain.
A careless moan.
A rancid tone.
no sound.
Sometimes I see,
Things that I should not.
And sometimes I do,
But then I get caught.
I am never alone,
When I am near.
But when I am alone,
I never fear.
Blindfolded
I am led to the asphalt
And blindfolded I stand
Hoping these men
Will pave the way
Taken from my home, you see daddy couldn't afford to feed the three of us.
See in my village girls like me are shipped off and then married to the highest bidder.
Taken from familiarity
All comforts stripped away
Just like her soul
Exposed to all, disrobed
In the most unceremonious
Of ways
Slowly, carefully, skimming
Beneath the surface. Hiding in the
Shadows of your soul lies an esoteric
Desire. Reaching, struggling, to pull Him
Closer to you. Longing with a deep hunger to
Dear John Smith,
allow passage for secrets
to your ear from her lips
about the time she prickled
her nails down your spine
and stabbed your neck
with cold breath and
stagnant sweat, your eyes
Her brown eyes stare at me
And I stare back.
They are dark, beautiful, and deep
But also hollow.
Hopeless.
You are the snatcher
of youth.
You are the rabid dog
hiding in the bushes; a preying-
mantis on society;
the fire that blazes and destroys our homes;
a bottle of cyanide mixed with a shot
Here I am sitting all alone, but it’s only in my mind
She is here, they are all here…scared…
Waiting…waiting for him to return.
All you hear are the teardrops of stolen bodies
Drip drop drip drop
Staring at her eyes,
You can see the pain.
Even as she laughs
She’s held onto by a chain.