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(contains references to sensitive issues) She’s just a babe he’s only two of youth refill they’re broken in but leave no mark   so they're unspoiled for clients booked it's all arranged no tracks you'll leave their brain's not through not 'til they’re three so chill out dame the program works divert impel ‘'you crazy sh-t here take this pill’ nobody hears if told some tales but they won't talk their lips are sealed from dot they’re trained they’re here for us don't have to guess ‘you talk, you die!’ so pay the fee their price is high and bring this dog they’ll do it all and shouldn’t you take all you're due you work real hard- on nectar sup - Stop! Not so quick for veils can lift and imprints made don’t ever die archival facts reveal themselves when day arrives you’ll face the Judge and when you breach a petal new it injures both and gear stick shifts you've soiled life's bed with squalid stains now own the Sh-t says mirror man                 
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Sep 14, 2018
Sep 14, 2018 at 6:11 AM UTC
THE MIRROR MAN SEES
(contains references to sensitive issues) She’s just a babe he’s only two of youth refill they’re broken in but leave no mark   so they're unspoiled for clients booked it's all arranged no tracks you'll leave their brain's not through not 'til they’re three so chill out dame the program works divert impel ‘'you crazy sh-t here take this pill’ nobody hears if told some tales but they won't talk their lips are sealed from dot they’re trained they’re here for us don't have to guess ‘you talk, you die!’ so pay the fee their price is high and bring this dog they’ll do it all and shouldn’t you take all you're due you work real hard- on nectar sup - Stop! Not so quick for veils can lift and imprints made don’t ever die archival facts reveal themselves when day arrives you’ll face the Judge and when you breach a petal new it injures both and gear stick shifts you've soiled life's bed with squalid stains now own the Sh-t says mirror man                 
From time to time an instance comes to light involving well-organized abuse at an almost unimaginable level. Children from a very young age are trained to provide all manner of ****** services to meet the demands of deviant and sadistic clients. Contrary to what people may think, this happens not just in so-called 'third-world countries,' but in more prosperous lands too. Even where there is significant corroboration for the veracity of such accounts, survivors can suffer the further indignity of not being believed. There is some movement and improvement in knowledge but more needs to be acknowledged and understood, not only by colleagues and other professionals providing care, but society at large. It all makes one ponder what leads a perpetrator to act this way. Whilst it helps to understand some act out trauma they themselves received, it is unacceptable behaviour, is still a criminal offence - and it hurts others. We all have choice to decide ahead what we would do if offered an easy way to cross that line. Decency requires we resolve to remember who we want to be in essence and retain this reality check: how would I feel if this was my wife, my child? Refuse to abuse another. Some boundaries simply should never be breached, even if one is promised immunity from repercussions, e.g. told 'the child won't remember – it won’t hurt them.' Many victims do remember and either way, such incursions rob them of a normal life, something many take for granted. The truth is they are massively, negatively affected on one level or another, often in multiple ways, at whatever age such incursions take place. The reality is that transgressing on another's boundaries on any level not only harms the recipient but also those violating others. It alters and destroys something in the offender, immediately recognizable or not, and by extension the wider community is affected. On looking in the mirror an offender may see at best a deluded half-life. As my poem concludes, who would want to be meeting that inner witness to their corrupt and heartless behaviour, their real character looking back at them through the 'man* in the mirror...' *(either gender can offend - some women sexually abuse too. When a perpetrator takes a good look in the mirror of reality, they may well find themselves confronted with the enormity of what they have done, and who they have become)
eleanor-prince
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Sep 14, 2018
Sep 14, 2018 at 6:11 AM UTC
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