'human trafficking'
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The Gods still live
They can be seen everyday
If one knows where to look
Artemis is standing in the crowd of feminists
Wearing a pink-knit hat
Calling for equality
Plenty to Survive
There was a happy little bird named Blueheart
Whose dream was to fly high to the sky
Her wings were weaker than other birds’
Oh little bird
How I long to set you free
From the imprisonment seize
Let you spread your wings
Go beyond the mountains and trees
To hear you sing, once you leave
Oh little bird
When people hear about my past
They either think two things
Some look at me as a prostitute
But, that's not what really happenend
I was forced to do things I didn't want to do
America, the beautiful.
You have burned your amber waves,
Belonging to young girls who were told they would never be beautiful.
You have locked them up in caves.
