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Nov 2016
And you know
she was
sixteen
- almost,
when she
got thrown
out of land,
when she
woke
up to
the
strange
faces
of even stranger
men,

She should
have been in school,
don't you think?

Instead of
being
dealt
with
the
rough hands
of even
rougher
men,

Her
mother
sold
her for
the price
of candy and
coffee cups,
I swear
she never
felt more
fragile,
then when
her
own
blood
broke her heart,
She was
ruined from
the start

She should
have been
laughing,
but instead
she sleeps
in the dark,
she's cut
up in places
where
normalcy
does not
try to
spark,

all those
games she
has to play,
all those
times she
tried to find hope,
failing
to see,
failing to cope,

She's weak kneed,
her bones
baggy,
her heart
stone,
trying
to claw
her way
up
out of
this
hellhole,

But the
men they claw
at her,
they pull
her down
back again,
A thousand
eyes,
a thousand
men.
It's so sad to see how no governmental institute or point of authority is taking action to reinforce laws and regulations on child trafficking.
mygreatestescape
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mygreatestescape  18/F/France
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