sex trafficking
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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,
Girl alone or full on piled
As they slipped through blood,
“Oh this girl’s wild”
She didn’t know her breaths could be swallowed
Oh no, she was just a child
4, 5, who loses count?
Houston, Texas is the sex trafficking capital of the United States.
The average age of female victims that are first captured is 12-14 years old
One by one they pass by
Looking down upon the girl that sells herself
There eyes yell disgusting words and hatred
They don't even try to look into her dull blue eyes
Gentle words, soothing and caring,
Filling the holes with stones.
They don't fit right, but they stop
the heartache, the sadness, the lonliness
Taken from familiarity
All comforts stripped away
Just like her soul
Exposed to all, disrobed
In the most unceremonious
Of ways