Beneath My Breath

The flesh trade is leaving women scarred emotionally for the rest of their lives.

I am neither alive nor dead 

I'm being robbed of my conscience 

My soul is sickened beneath this voluptuous flesh

Marred by untold shame 

I'm a tool for this repugnant trade

For those who think women are instruments of sensual pleasure

To be used and discarded in every way they desire

I'm a meal to the vultures 

Gratifying their senses 

Satisfying their carnal cravings

Dumping me for few insignificant exchange

They have made sculptures of us , not to glorify us 

But to treat us as inanimate objects ,

Devoid of love and passion

Unfeeling statues which can be trampled underfoot!

They have wind out the human in me

Their words sting my heart 

And yet , I'm afraid

Afraid whether I'll pull myself whole again

For I've gone deeper into this sinkhole

Reviews

[alanwgraham]

Well done Neelam, for writing this honest account of this horrible trade in human misery. One might have thought that human - I'm ashamed to say, male, morals might have advanced, but no! There must be some fatal flaw in our make up!
Regards
Alan

[Phill Oz O'fee]

Poignant emotional write - it is time we got beyond the moralistic sex paradigm behind the criminalization of sex for money. We can only pray minds and hearts will tackle the problems and bring justice to those oppressed in this way - :-)

[Neelam]

Thank you for your precious review. The flesh trade is illegal and yet millions of females are trafficked and sold as sex slaves! This is injustice inflicted upon the females. And they are stigmatized.