She cried...
The sun rose and fell
the wind blew warm then cool
the hours passed slow
and she just cried.
She layed...
on a bed that sprung
and squeaked and shook
she looked and even the floor seemed more a place to be
she layed and the bed was worn and used like her
She bled...
She bled from her womb and hurt
He stared.
He looked in to her eyes that cried
and laughed
She wept
he got off, pulled out and left
She just layed and cried then wept
she bled from her womb and hurt
She was nothing and no one cared
and then she did it all again.
When morning comes she'll do the same, but numb
As she's become nothing to herself.
are stolen from their homes and sold in to sexual slavery where they are forced to work as
prostitutes in brothels.
Some as young as six or seven years old.
80% of the girls and their customers are infected with HIV/AIDS.
It is not uncommon for these girls to have 15 abortions during their
enslavement and be forced back to work hours after an abortion.
I know this happens all over the world including America but I was
especially touched seeing it play out.
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