WUNRN
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