It is a never ending cycle
First they’re taken
Moved to wherever they are needed
Then are beat until they are so vulnerable gang leaders don’t need to make sure they work
But this isn’t just some product produced in a factory
It is a girl, a mother, a sister, a child
2 million people are sold into sex slavery each year.
That’s the number of people living in New Mexico,
That’s the number of people who could make a difference in the world,
And a large number of people seen only as a service…
Not as people, or something with value.
Just something to use.
Most of these sex slaves are women.
Their captors break them down through humiliation and violence.
And when their self esteem is crushed and all hope is gone,
Force is no longer needed to control them.
Poverty is the incubator
Gangsters are the instigators
Parents trade their babies for money to buy food
Runaways are lured and sold away to places unknown,
Alone, no language, no family, no life, stolen future
Lies, threats, false promises, debt bondage, manipulation; tools of recruitment
Fake visas, stolen passports make international transportation easy
Returning home impossible
Like a moth to a flame
It’s a never ending game to escape the criminal rings of the world
Speak out and you may get burned
Say nothing and live in fear
While the problems are kept from being overturned
In this sick sad world such as this
These people need to heard
And have some type of hope