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An Invisible Woman

  i have accepted my fate
            to this idea of slavery i have given in
            my very existence is imaginary to many
            to a few i am just a product
            bought to be used and reused
            my life depends on them
            them,my lords my owners
            i have no mother,i have no father 
            i have no family
            i am an invisible woman

            some call it human traffic some call it modern slavery
            i call it nothing,i have stopped thinking about it 
            i have been striped off my morals 
            drugs are my life,strangers are my family
            who will fight for my rights
            when lunatics are controlling the world
            these are monsters who see a dollar sign on woman's heads
            the world watches my suffering 
            and still pretend like nothing is happening
            i am an invisible woman
           
            i am not a sex addict neither am i a lover of man
            i have been whipped,i have been kicked,i have been punched 
            i have seen my fellow products die
            i do it for my life or i will be killed 
            people who are meant to protect us are the so called client
            they pay good money for my misery 
            they find pleasure in my pain
            i am an invisible woman

            my heart bleeds with pain
            i have no future,i have no hope
            i am invisible

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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Date: 9/17/2012 1:52:00 AM
Wow! Powerful write Odeline! Love how you've brougt out the state of mind of the 'invisible woman', in that while others debate what to call her situation she has resigned herself to a point of not caring with semantics but she just concentrates on her struggle for survival. Sad reality. Very well written!
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