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  
The sound of  The word  Beer  Feels like  His hand on my  Thighs,  The sight of Beer  Reminds me 
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. *
  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
A park A girl A ball rolls out of reach   A man An arm That’s long enough to snatch   A van
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, 
Like a flower blooming in the spring, 
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.
a pure flower- stretches stems over the pot crying out for help.
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.
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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
I see the colors of black and white
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 her, The one who bore the world.
Come and listen you kids, we’ve gotta talk, There’s some things                                    You need to know.
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.   
Help me, help me
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. 
Another city, another state, another place.
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
  I’ve got no name
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.
She was everything her mother had dreamed of
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
We sit in this classroom to talk about the issues of our day.
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,
(poems go here) Rachael*
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.
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