Through the Eyes of the Trafficked

What do you see
When you notice me?
While you cruise North Beach, looking for some hot and wild fun?
Do you think,
"Oooo, a nice girl with long legs.
She can give me 45 minutes of pleasure."
You're ready to make a deal with my pimp,
You think you'll get the ride of your life,
But at what cost--
what price --
Do I pay
So you enjoy satisfaction?

What do you see when you're eating Indian delicatessens
A woman hunched over, scrubbing the table for endless hours?
An Indian boy with eyes too scared to meet yours?
He's never see the Golden Gate
Just the relentless washing of tables and shabby apartments.

What do you think when you're chillin' at your neighbors' --
--of the Mexican girl on her knees scrubbing the toilet,
Her fingers ebbed away from Lysol?
You may think "Illegal! Tighten those borders!"
But you don't know she sleeps on the floor with Fido
Her dream of America, now a waking nightmare.

And back to you, nasty boy,
about to pull out those Benjamins,
120 for full service
Before you -- me-- this girl with a face of a scared teen
Take your eyes of yourself and look at my heart
And this is what you'll see

Did you ever stop and think before you paid the fee?
Or look into my eyes, and see the pain in me
Then you'd feel like a fool,
When you know they sell my body for money
and my soul for free

Reviews

[nwachukwu c]

Lovely and touching..... hmm,

[Rick Puetter]

Another interesting write. I see you have a passion for "causes". I like that.

Best regards,

Rick