Prostitution

Phase:1 I found myself in a market.., Market of human cattles., Trying to get through the situation., My wrists were tied with metals.. It was half past seven., Neglecting all my requests and prayers., Weighing my proper count., I was announced for a demon., I screamed 'No'.., And kicked hard over ground., But only an injection., And my sleep was sound.., Phase:2 A big giant face against mine., I got the intension.., Yelled 'No., please don't...' But no mercy or its sign.., I lost all my rhymes of life ., Colors were smashed that night., Scratches yielded screams., Force gave me fatality., Bites turned to bellows.. And his pleasure putted sobs.., Voice was choked and.. My tears were alloyed with sweat., The delicate places I reserved for someone special.., All were now messed and unset.., My tall neck I dreamt to be loved by my future husband. Was now scratched savagely., By his rough rigid and ruthless hand., Each time I afforded some courage.., But hands were caught and mouth tied with bandage., Lost all my senses., But felt each jerk.., He was pride at.., each stain he created dark.. Phase:3 My service was over.., No scream,nomore shriek,or shout.., Jammed muscles were relaxed now., I was plugged out.., All my world.., World full of dreams., I embroided earlier with my own gilt., Was now transformed to this., Dirty, filthy and quilty quilt., Tears were dried., breath was back.,almost correct now..,but I know ..., I was turned from a girl to a women in a single go.., Never I will eye myself again.., Never will be able to., Never I will return to my family.., Neve will be able to., Never I will find that someone special.., Never will be able to., Never I will get healed., Never will be able to., Never I will dream at night ., Never will be able to., This nightmare digged deep in me., And a lifelong terror created by that unknown he. Why not we all protest?...and get a full stop ...why?. Always LET IT BE.