this is a poem I wrote. It's about a topic that's not often talked about but needs to be. child sex slavery. If you haven't hear of love 146 check it out... http://www.love146.org/pages/page.asp?page_id=21460
Hope.
born.
born, a victim of circumstance.
victim
victim of her future.
future,
a dream she’ll never know
dreams
the one’s that haunt her.
of her family who’s face’s she cannot recall.
family,
the one’s who sold her
sold
for a small amount of money
money
she believes her only purpose
purpose
a choice she did not make
choice,
a word she’s unaware of
words,
the thoughts that no one hears
thoughts
the one thing that’s her own
owned
owned as a slave
as a slave to her body
slave
to the family who sold her
slave
to the man who bought her
slave
to the one’s who’ve had her
and slave
to the world that forgets her
forget
something she’d love to do
love
a word she doesn’t believe in
belief
a concept pain stole
pain
a feeling thats strong
but stronger is the hope.
hope
that someone will save the slave she has become.
hope
that someone will hear her thoughts of freedom.
hope.
that someone will care.
hope
that someone will love.
hope
that someone will listen.
hope.
that the someone is you.
