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by kymee
Rated: 18+ | Poetry | Children's | #1867449
The horror of human trafficking
A child so unloved
That she cannot cry no more.
Markings on her face
That she didn’t have before.

She tried but couldn’t smile
Happy she was not.
Her father often traded her
Sometimes she was bought.

A child of human trafficking
To men she didn’t know.
They used her and abused her
and wouldn’t let her go.

Her heart was numb with pain
She did what she was told.
Knowing if she didn’t
It was food they would withhold.

A life so full of suffering
and games adults would play.
She was just a prostitute
Who daily had to pay.

A life she wish she could deny
An escape to young to take.
A numbness throughout her body
A world so full of hate.

A life that’s really dead inside
Scars that will never heal.
A mind that cannot comprehend
The trauma of this ordeal.

Then one day it happened
She got raided by the police.
Taken some place safe
Then finally released.

To go some place and heal.
Her battle wounds and scars.
Start herself a new life
Underneath the stars.
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