still a child she was, no more than eight or nine
eyes filled with dreams, with an urge to fly
meagre means, harsh life
still, there was comfort of parents around
there came a day that brought the storm
separated by her parents, into the hands of human traffickers
a nightmare, she was to see with her open eyes
forced into the trade of sex for the rest of her life
now the world knows that child as a prostitute
a prostitute to serve many monsters a day
one after the other they assaulted her will
with no shame to cause her excruciating pain
slowly her tears had started to dry
she had to be bold, learned not to cry
she yearned for a family and a husband every moment
knowing all her wishes were in vain
she bore a child at the age of 16
still at work with…
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