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oh sorrowful
barbary coast
they took your young daughters
and sold them to sheikhs
of the sand as water

not so unlike college girls
from the mainland
disappearing now
during spring break
as midnight contraband
Merope Angel Dec 2019
She tunneled down an unending road, driving on the only dirt path through the darkness. Her radio had stopped working hours ago and she had a sense of keen meditative silence all about her. Not allowing for any distractions through the blank sheets of black as her two worn-out head lights shakily lit up only a small space before her.

“Fuuu-uck this!” She said, finally breaking the silence.

“He’d never make this drive for me himself.” She admitted, before turning around and heading back home.

“I’m not dying for this soulless *******.” She said aloud, speaking to no one but the silence.

Her radio snapped back on, she hummed to the first song, immediately appreciative that the dark void she’d left could no longer consume her.

END
Starry Aug 2019
Your semi short
Fairy dark red  hair
The freckles on your face
That kind smile that
Indicates that you're a doctor

I know I have a boyfriend
But images of us making love
At night in your office
Our faces and bodies outlined in moonlight
Makes me go into
A frenzy
With love and pleasure

Then it a disappears in a snap
Your a ripped from me
Sold to a wicked man
Living in squalor
Have you forgotten
I come to find you
In this sorry state

Learly of who I am
At first you recognize me
Then runs with me to back
To normalcy
Only to die
At a young age

They say that your heart was too weak from
Years of torture
But I know you died from a broken heart
I sense the rush of whispers
Those prying eyes
Close to my heartbeat
I ignore the cruel gossip
But drown in buckets of tears.
My heart is torn
Deep down its broken
I  gaze at the mirror
Who's this
a reflection of the past
bakunawa Dec 2018
mama, i made someone happy yesterday!
i smiled as the door opened
              just as i always did
it was my first time to be chosen
    to be honest i was so nervous
they made me try out so many clothes
they said i had to look as pretty as i should
         they said they were trying to bring out
         my youthful look...
i never thought that meant
     more skin.
     more chest.
     more legs.
              he was an old man
wrinkles ravaged round his face
yet his smile had no blemish
          he stared at me
          and chose me almost immediately
i was never more proud
yet i was clueless of what next to do
    i should have wrote to you as early as then
         but as soon as
       we arrived
                          at my 'new home'
                or at least that was how he called it
   he called me to his room
            he nearly had to kneel
            in order to see me
                eye
                to
                eye
      i thought he was going to hug me
      as he leaned in
                                 he just undid my bra
            his hands were huge
            they cover almost my whole chest
he asked me to take of my shorts
        and he was smiling
   for once i knew
              i was doing something right
i barely slid my undergarment off and he pressed me against the unsuspecting bed
       he grabbed both my legs
                    as he told me to open them
              while he tole me to close my eyes
    he started
          pushing against me
      it was so so hard             so painful
relentless      excrutiating            i had to
                 bite my tongue to stop myself
         from screaming
               i think i was bleeding?
           i felt the blood pour out
                        i couldn't take it.
    i couldn't ask him to calm down
               it was just way too fast
he was panting                breathing heavily
         grunting         driving himself too hard
    it was like he could run out of breath
                       i wanted to make him stop
i really did
                   trust me.
            but as soon as i tried to shout
      or help him or something
                he fell over
          don't worry though he was still breathing
                           and his face
he just looked way too happy
           i was paralyzed the rest of the day
     until now i can barely stand up
                    but he was just so in bliss
       i hope you're proud of me mama.
              he said earlier he'd be taking me back
to the warehouse later
            i don't know why though.
     do you think he'll tell them i've been
         a good daughter?
                   i hope so.
mama i hope you write me back.
Slowly the light fades in the midst of your troubles.
The sun rises on the brow of sorrows
The moon kisses the tears you cry all night to the stars.
Morning due blinds the eye of  the evil one.
You entered a gate that was strictly forbidden
Wrecked it forever trapping in a game of torrcher.
But I am strong as an ox I will fight on. gain, my strength .
I will find a way to make you pay.
Star BG Oct 2018
Human angels are here
walking earth at this moment.

They stand with hands to assist.
Moving with watchful eyes,
to make a difference.

Their facade varied
with diverse nationalities,
who carry light from hearts
to move in grace.

They’re beautiful souls
who are nameless
with faces unclear
but hold my gratitude.

Walking angels...
the potential of all mankind
as a new era begins
and people awake.

Look deep in breath.
Find your angel seed within.
It pulsates with love’s light.
to echo in sacred song.

Desire is activation code.  
Focus key to change humanity.
Time invites, as all stand at gateway.
Align with your angel souls nature.

FIND IT. FEEL IT GROW. NURTURE IT.

And I with pen applaud
YOUR willingness
to grow love,
when the world needs it the most.
Come out. Come out.
Where every you be.
Olly Olly Oxen Free
We all shall win.

Inspired by story in Era Of Light called
Saved By An Angel From Human Trafficking
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