Sex Trafficking

Why me? by Ria Cheng Why me? I ask myself as I feel the foreign tough of strangers on my skin A touch that feels like pricks on a needle Why me? I ask myself as I feel shivers down my spine As my hands grip tighter on the handle Why me? They tie me up and throw me in a corner I scream but their fierce don't falter I struggle to run away But there is no running from abuse Their relentless smile glisters I yell so that they can see They don't know what they will do But no on listens Why me? I keep on fighting, but I know there is no flight They have already won, to them I have no right. I am a slave at their mercy, unable to speak. I am bonded by fear, I will never be free. Why me? I feel the chains on my hands: I feel the chains on my heart. I don't remember what it was like to be me. When does it end? How did it start? I feel the chains on my soul, slowly tearing me apart. Someone somewhere is having the time of their life Why me? Someone somewhere doesn't know what abuse is So why me? I feel the life being sucked out of me I feel the fight in me drifting away They say tomorrow will be better But I can't afford to hold on today.