human trafficking awareness
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I submitted across the river
To save my life.
I submitted across the border
To get to a better life.
I submitted to trust
The Monster in his Brain
As a child,
He would smile.
He was not wild,
But mild
And quiet
And kind.
The One Unseen
She lies on the bed,
Or rather,
The filthy, old mattress.
There is no civilized word that can be used to describe it.
She was not even old enough to know
The first time she was sold.
Men would come;
Men would go. She could only come;
She could never go.
She always did what she was told,
They Come
They come in the dawn. They come in the night.
They come in the dark.
They come in the light.
They come in the Morning,
And afternoon.
They come in the evening,
