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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
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.
The struggle is real they say..
But I've never seen it any other way.
I've seen rape and torture and sexual abuse...
I've seen neglect, been abandoned and robbed of my youth.
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,
I am your objective, your currency of pleasure, your object of desire for secret endeavorsYour makeshift girlfriend, a hired girlfriend experienceYour midnight walk in the park or your Cat-ness in the lion’s den
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?
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.
Trapped in a cage with no way out
Not a cage with walls
Just rooms scattered through halls
Every now and then you hear a shout
Women who have been hurt
They flee this brutal instititution
Do you hear the sound of their clanging chains?
Though it may not be heard one thing remains.
In the silence of their walls, they lay absent from the world in the sun, or in beating rains.
I spent a year in a foreign placeWandering about what truths I would learn or face...
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?
Lines of bodies piled one behind another,
Sons, daughters, fathers, and mothers,
Looking for a few walls to cover their heads,
Hoping a few mouths could be fed.
But there was no room in the inn, said Jim.
Ladies and Gentleman, this one is tall. She’s got long legs, short black hair, and big brown eyes. We’ll start the bid off high at $50. Who wants to buy this exotic beauty for $50? No? How about $70? Okay, last bid. $90 for this Eastern gem.
A child lay still on the hard ground with no chance of life
Click
A girl lay with a possible bruised and battered because of human trafficking
Click
There’s one less life on earth because of suicide
Click
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,
We prepare long and hard Sweating and in pain We arrive and the the air is dry and stiff I hear no language that I know And acknowledge my detachment from familiarity We arrive to our new home After a bumpy ride In a run-down, old, moldy bus The
A wonderer -- A wanderer -- Imagine it!
To be.
Where you adjust your frame of mind
to fit your every piece.
And every patch you thought was waste?
And shard that pricked and screeched?
Asha Neeman grew up in the suburbs of the big city,
Always making others laugh,
She was so witty.
A great athlete and a straight “A” student,
Every boy wanted to be with her,
But hated her prudence.
Take me back to the days of a Ghanaian sunset.
When hope dwelled above the waters of despair
And I gazed into the eyes of a sinking soul.
Where trust and fear were honest and pure --
