Sold :Human trafficking and child exploitation poem

Locked in a dark room,she prays for someone to save her.
Hurting and cold; she's so numb she can't feel them... she is hidden away so she can't spread these secrets...so she's hidden and to other people she tells lies to disguise what's really going on in the inside.
 
This little girl did something bad, she didn't cooperate with one of the guys...Crying and begging for him to leave her alone, causing them to loose money. Here comes another couple of broken bones. The man ties and locks her up....the man that started it all is her stepdad.

Alls she wants is to be free, free of this mess, free of the hurt, free of being sold!

She wants to give up,
To never try again....
She'd rather die, even if it means committing a sin.

Her body is SOLD....
This is nothing new... this is old...!
She wants to have strength,
She wants to be strong, but every thing she does, is everything wrong.

She's nothing. She's no one, no one but sold, she has a lable of sold on her heart, mind...her body...

She's SOLD, and she does what's told....

She is me.... can you see how these men made me to be?
Loosing track of thought, loosing reality...slowly drifting away making my self go crazy...the peaceful bliss of being unaware.

Wanting to die here in this room...
Bruised in every part of my body, it's like I'm a zombie... My hearts still beating, but my mind drifts away... Able to hear.. able to see, but I don't want to see the sins that's being done to me. 

Everyday sold to many....
In my mind I drift away and pray....
Wishing my mother would come back... I wish she would have stayed...i want to be SAVED!!!! Help me please!

I see Sarah up for another round being sold 4 times in one day.... She screams for me, for help....but it's too late they lock me out behind the door. All I can hear is her screaming sound.

We fight everyday... We struggle everynight.... But for me I've given up... 
I'm going to reach for that blade and cut very deep....

To die once and for all, before my mind tricks me out of it...Standing on the edge of a building, I see my self about to fall... I can picture ;finally I'll be able to have peace,and rest. Then at least the lable of being sold, will finally be over... It will be old.... 

Goodbye cruel world.... Good bye sisters and brothers, up up and away I go....far away I pray..... No more feeling lost and alone, no more broken bones... No more feeling dirty and sold, for that's the old me.... I don't do what's told. I am no longer SOLD!

This was originally written by Jessica Burnett 2010....
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