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Apr 2015
While little did it rain
We followed her down the lane
Waving an order of restrain
Shouting,"This looks insane!"

What the hell was going on?
Who beat her here and there?
Why the hell were her clothes torn?
Leaving face all swollen, scars bare?

We followed her through the meadow
Asking,"Why let yourself through this?"
She ran from her own shadow
Crying, "It's for the stomach and kids."

"My man is my ****, I'm bought by his kiss,
My eyes are blinded by his love mist,
Being sold every night, was a surprise twist,
I believe in the end he's mine and I am his."

Dreaming to sail world with money they make
She knew not, all his stupid promisesΒ Β were fake
Few years from now, no patterns brake
Her body's advantage is all he'd take

This agonising pain, holds no gain
Don't push your life away in filthy drain
But how to her do we explain?
So young, so beautiful, stuck in a trafficking chain

Cruel world for those who know nothing
Innocence will fade, if we don't do something
Amee
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Amee
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