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Dedicated to every child that was ever abused in any way, and especially to those of us who were the victim of (sex)trafficking


PS, I wrote this BEFORE I went to hospital, I only needed to post it :)

I move my hurtful head and stare forlorn Over my non-existing boundary, Where past is seen and future laughs decayed. Here language is an unwelcome guest, In stillness awkward, clean environment. My eyes stay empty, yet insist and glare Through looks of expectation all around: “Where are the others, how long did I sleep... Why can’t I speak, why can’t I move my legs.. Why is my vision dim, hearing askew? Why can’t I turn my head? Where are my arms?” A man sits here, I recognize his form: He sat here yesterday, a week ago; Last month he spoke, a resonated dream, His hand on mine, his eyes a kindly blue. He speaks in words I cannot figure out! Expressions intimate, yet challenging For memory and body, still it feels I’ll understand if only I will try. He speaks and smiles, his mellifluous voice Reaches inside where tears are made of salt; And I reach out for him, he takes my hand. Today they let him in, my Little One. He cried impatience loud, I heard his hurt. He leaped and jumped, so they could not forestall Him holding me so close in his embrace; They cannot understand his tenderness Needs close bodily touch and so does mine… We used to spend our days in bitter cold Amidst six more, all trying to survive. The winters feasting on us in that land, Bare and barren, forests deep and vile. Our hearts beating as one kept us alive, His heart I need in order to survive: I revel in the glow of his warm shape; I close my eyes, a fetus in his love They moved me to a country far away. The mountains here are high, the glaciers white. The people speak a language I don’t know, But languages are easy to be learned. They’re friendly and not curious which is good, Because I have no answers, what to say If someone asks what I am doing here, Or why I wheel a chair instead of walk, Or how I come to twitch so strange and tic? I don’t speak one word they can understand! Their world is one of beauty, yet I long For people that I know, companionship. If I must be alone till end of times, I’d rather not be here, or anywhere… If there is something good in this strange world, Don’t take it away, allow some of it, Give an example, how do I fit in? Allow the means to find my value here, Teach me why waking up was worth a dime, Why every second here is not in vain. I will have life, my family, they say, Is waiting for me, but I can’t believe They want me back, they once gave me away... I rather stay with people that are nice... Make every moment count while I have time. I have my hands, some paper and a pen. Today I start to set right what was done To us, to give us back our pride, so cruel Taken, so brutally, by evil men Who thought us nothing but commodities. Their crimes be judged, these torturers of youth, Who lust and kill, who do not feel regret, See other people as their rightful herd…. Their days in court will end in prison time, More than their days spent on this cruel world. My hands will talk, my language powerful. I’ll write and turn my words to prisons strong, To keep their vile intentions far away. Our gilded cage will open wide and free. This is the first day of my life. This is... Day ME! *** Bio, written in Iambic Pentameter Blank Verse March 24, 2017 Copyright © Darren White

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Date: 4/3/2017 10:01:00 PM
Duir, this is a very moving and heartfelt piece, my friend!
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Darren White
Date: 4/4/2017 1:35:00 AM
Yeah... It wasn'rt easy to write, I didn't want to scare people away, but still give a decent account about my life :)
Date: 4/1/2017 2:57:00 PM
Cont..God wants to do many great things..sends many messages through your life story..This life is only a little passage The beauty is yet to come..Hugs dear friend...a fave.I hope Tps make it potd.
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Date: 4/1/2017 2:54:00 PM
I am crying with you dear friend...I just wish to give you arms ofcomfort..but all I can give are words.Waking up is worth much more than a dime...Through our cross we shall be saved...and We wont carry it alone..The lord will help us.Abuse comes in many forms..thank God you are not silent ..Many suffer in silence.Thankyou for giving a voice to the voiceless.That is one thing you are here for.Another is you are a light to many..and you are so positive even if you passed through hell.cont
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Darren White
Date: 4/1/2017 3:05:00 PM
Charma? Words are good and enough. Words is what I have too, nothing else. I speak for the people who cannot speak. And I am not alone anymore, I have a wonderful family, my sister's family, to live. In my own small way I am happy. Thank you so much for being such a good friend to me <3 and hugs.
Date: 4/1/2017 11:13:00 AM
Darren, this is deeply affecting. I am sorry about many of the things of which you speak - but also very glad that you're there.
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Darren White
Date: 4/1/2017 12:17:00 PM
Thanks Doug, I am also glad to be here :) And that I have the means to speak on behalf of...
Date: 4/1/2017 10:19:00 AM
Very well written Darren. I agree with what was said below. You have a purpose and it is playing out. You are a talented poet who will reach many people. Thank you and Take care, God Bless!
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Darren White
Date: 4/1/2017 10:36:00 AM
Thank you Heidi. I hope many will read this and thus raise more awareness.
Date: 4/1/2017 9:59:00 AM
Thank you for this Darren, and in return an endless supply of virtual hugs. Bless the innocent, the eternal child within. xomo
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Darren White
Date: 4/1/2017 10:36:00 AM
Thank you, mo, also for all the virtual hugs :)
Date: 4/1/2017 9:41:00 AM
So very moving and touched me deeply. You have a purpose here. Each day arises with opportunity to teach or to learn, to love or be brave. Love your poem ...A fav
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Darren White
Date: 4/1/2017 9:55:00 AM
I do have a purpose, don't I? Thank you, Tim, also for the fav <3
Date: 4/1/2017 9:14:00 AM
Daren Daren. I have no words. You wrote for all in a most expressive vivid and emotional way. Bless you now and always. I will say this however, maybe through all this wrong there is a one and only right, the right to write and express. You always reach that emotive element. I can go on and on regarding your writing and this subject but I will end.
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Darren White
Date: 4/1/2017 9:20:00 AM
Hi Lisa, It's okay, you don't need to have words. I often don't have them myself, and to be honest, I can only express myself in poetry. So that is what i do... Thank you for the compliment Lisa, because most of all I am trying to deliver a good poem and bring my message that way to people.
Date: 4/1/2017 8:45:00 AM
I am so so sorry Darren. No word can ever right what was done, but your moving words forge strong outcries within our hearts and may these, like your powerful and touching poem, echo from heart to heart. Your generosity, courage, and pain touch us all. “It is often in the darkest skies that we see the brightest stars.” I don't know who said that Darren, but you are that brightest of stars. I hope you are well :) Amitiés
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Darren White
Date: 4/1/2017 9:17:00 AM
Anne-Marie, thank you for your wonderful words... I appreciate them more than I can express... Hugs :)