Trade

A poem about Human Trafficking. ( a little explicit )

You said we were running away

You said “Babe I love you”

In the middle of May            

I knew you were older

But words made it okay

You said we would be

Together forever

But you did something different now I see

 

Drove me to nowhere

You left me astray

My eyes closed to darkness

On that horrid day

I felt something hit me

And then I was gone

 

I awoke to a face 

With no fallen grace

A stench and aroma

That penetrated my memory

 

It dragged me to somewhere

Hurt me

Pulled my hair

Covered my mouth

And muffled my scream

 

I wanted to stop

This nightmarish dream

He made weird noises

That I had never heard before

 

My back was hurting

We were on the hard floor

He breathed in so heavily

I felt something odd in me

Why was my body curling this way?

Why were my insides turning?

 

I didn’t like this

It made me feel dirty

And bad

What were you doing to me?

I'm only 14

Please leave me alone

In case you didn’t know

I'm very asthma prone

 

Please I can’t breathe.

My thoughts were useless

He covered my words

I gave up

 

 

Tears rolled down my face

I couldn’t feel them

I heard stupid laughter

Coming from in him

 

Who was this wretched man?

That told me I was his

He said “stupid w***e

You’re caught in this biz”

What did he mean?

Would I ever be seen?

By my mother again

 

The tears continued down my face

Although I could feel none

An escape I must find

I’ve gotten so numb

 

I never asked you to trade me

To make me what I now know is a sex slave

Do you really expect me to fade?

In your corrupt memory

 

Well I hope you get insomnia

From what you’ve done to me

I hope your clueless wife leaves you

And finds out who you are

A slimy monster man

The pimp who sold a little girl

To a 50 yr. old man

 

You know it sickens me

To the pit of my stomach

To think that you’re so free

You should be here suffering

Instead of poor young me

 

Do you know what I think?

When I see the dove

Fly by

I think

It whisks its wings so freely

In the high and mighty sky

While I lay here on my back

Being hurt

Over and over again

 

But to you it’s okay right?

You do what you do to feed your family

So it really doesn’t bother you

 

Yeah?

Well what if it was your Daughter?

Your sister?

Your mother?

What about your wife?

Would it be okay then?

If an old perverse man caressed your daughter’s breasts

How would you feel about that?

What if he stroked her cheek?

And told her she was good

 

My mind no longer works the way it used to

I can’t remember algebra

And it’s only been a year

I can’t remember my favorite shirt

Or how to make a worms in dirt

Ice cream Sunday

 

My mind only thinks

Of what I'm going to do

If I ever get pregnant

Like the other two

Or how to please my boss

Is this what I should think about?

When I'm only 15

 

By the way my birthday just passed

And 10 guys came to celebrate

All together on my silhouette

The youngest must have been 40

That’s really disgusting

But since that all I'm good for

I shouldn’t be complaining

 

Well I hope you’re happy

I'm dying on the inside

You’re the murderer

Of my childhood

 

But I really must go now

I have someone waiting

I don’t want to be with him

But boss says there’s no debating

I just wanted you to know

This little trade worked out

You got what you wanted

And my sanity got worn out

 

I'm imprisoned in this jail cell

Of black, and white, and red

At least I have a purpose

To please sick men in bed

 

I told you I wouldn’t tell

I couldn’t  anyway

I'm imprisoned in this jail cell

Metaphorically speaking

Although a jail sounds lovely

Compared to What I do

Yes you stupid b*****d

It’s all because of you.

Author's Note

Not from Personal experience, it was written from reference and biographys.
Please be Brutal (But not Rude), be a tough critic. Compliments are okay but I'm looking for critiques.