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YOUNG GIRL VICTIMS OF THE SEX TRADE

Poem By Airyn Lentija-Sloan

While the world is busy 
Rotating madly on its axis 
They were stacked in a half-dozen high, 
Concrete cages,

Waiting for their turn 
To be exploited, 
Tainted, 
Trafficked, 
Sold...

Innocent girls, often so very young,  
Trapped on the blockade of lost dreams 
Where their blood-curdling screams 
Were persecuted inside them 
Deprived.. 
Of being heard...

Behind those walls are desparate cries 
Pleas (for education), 
Fears (for self worth), 
Traumas (for AIDS...for Alienation) 
Have you seen/heard/felt them?

They were there... 
Somewhere... 
God knows what they feel... 
The trembling of their knees 
The first time the lining of their dreams 
Were sliced by evil... 
Lacerated...

They were there... 
Somewhere... 
Paining... 
Penning their blues in the wind 
The words behind their silent weeping
 
In every excruciating night

 

Young girls, lost dreams,

Sold and battered for others' profits,

Yet for their profound personal losses.

Help me, I am not a product, a commodity,

But a person, a young girl, Help Me!

 

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Airyn Lentija-Sloan

http://airynspoetry.blogspot.com/