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Human Trafficking Poetry by AMP Youth

Human Trafficking Poetry by AMP Youth

 

I ran from the unloving family, the abusive home
Running wherever my feet would take me, wherever they would go
I was broken, misunderstood, jaded, lost, unloved, heart tainted
Then you came along cherishing me, treating me right
I finally felt loved, my future looked bright
We left one day, picked up and went far, far away and then soon came that dreadful day
When you violated me, raped me, told me I was yours
You started beating me daily, started locking the doors,
You told me I owed you, you owned me, I must sell my body for sex,
Molesting my very being, all because of you
A different man every night, inside me, my dreams, my nightmares,
My innocence taken, my world turned upside down…shaken to my core
I knew I’d never be free of the hell you put me through
Too scared to sleep…the fright!  Too scared to run…too scared to leave
Because I knew if I did you’d come looking and catch me
You looked right through me, never saw me as a person
I hope it bothered you…cuz I was only 13
Just one question….Are you even sorry?
Will you ever feel remorse for the pain you’ve caused me?

 

Every morning I wake up and hate who I see
I’m discussed with the things I’ve done
The person you’ve made me be
Every day I endured the torture another man put me through
It’s safe inside my head, that’s where I run to
I’m frightened, incoherent….told to listen and obey
Will I live to see tomorrow, will I get to eat today?
God please help me!…Why are my prayers unanswered?
Are there too many cries for help or am I not worth saving?

Can’t stay here to live in fear….I’m old enough to live on my own
Decide to run, family don’t treat me right
My step dad creeps into my bed at night
Can’t stay here to live in fear….I’m old enough to live on my own
Living with friends then on the street
No place to call home….no food to eat
Can’t stay here to live in fear….I’m old enough to live on my own
Answering an ad….becoming one of many girls
Sold to the highest bidder…no more innocence or curls
Can’t stay here to live in fear….I’m old enough to live on my own
Broken, beaten, addicted and lost
Just a shell of a person who dreams of escape at any cost
Didn’t stay here, rescued from fear….too young to live on my own

 

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