Who Daily had to Pay

Written for someone I knew who was forced into prostitution (human trafficking) and ultimately committed suicide to get out.

 

 

Loved and free

Cherished and wanted

Untainted beauty

Her joy undaunted

 

Roses are red

Good boys are few

She loves life

So many things she’s yet to do

 

She’ll fake a smile

Push through the pain

Laugh for a while

Survive the rain

 

He used her and abused her

He wouldn’t let her go

He became her protector

Yet he was her greatest foe

 

Numb with pain

She did as she was told

Forced for his gain

Unable to escape his hold

 

What could her life constitute

Adult games she had to play

She was just a prostitute

Who daily had to pay

 

White dress made of cotton

More than a pretty face

Was lost and forgotten

In a world full of hate

Reviews

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oh, that was so sad, your second stanza flows well.. (roses are red, viloets are blue and you have to know , i will always love you ) hehe thats it. i guess.. yeah.. you did that well...
i know that guys can be the most cruel creatures in this world and they dont even take a look on that, they just think that its our fault that we fell in love.. pff.. anyways that was so well done..
hope it gets better soon.. :)