A Day In The Life
Ending Trafficking
Total fear grips me in the darkness
Remember, I must be quiet
Alone in this cell, is it days or weeks?
Fear grips me, makes me tremble
Freedom, lost forever; no one will find me
I don't know if anyone's even searching
Collar and chain tether me, offering no leeway
Kept drugged, imprisoned, enslaved, for later use
Eventually, to be sold at auction
Delivered to some pedophile abroad
Can anyone find me?
How will they, if no one knows?
I don’t think I'm going to make it
Life was not supposed to be this
Drugs will kill me if the men don’t
Relief from this fear comes with the needle
Even so, it's temporary; they need me conscious
Not willing and feisty, they like, but lethargic, no
Sickening, how they hurt me and use me
These men just keep coming
Every day, night, and week, I am sold
At some point they will lose interest
Regrettably, they’ll end my suffering
Slip me too much in the shot
Silently, I’ll drift off and never wake up
Can anyone save me?
Release me from this life
Every day I’m less like me
Anger consumes me, and I remain
Maybe today I’ll get to go home
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Alexandra Grant
Inked Stories That Leave a Mark. I write essays, stories, and poetry, sharing my life experiences and lessons, keeping it real and raw. I'll bare my soul to those who have experienced similar things, so they know they are not alone.
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