Best Trafficking Poems
She ran away,
Into the night,
Alone and sad.
They saw her,
Watched, then approached,
Offered her kindness.
She felt safe,
With innocent trust
She accepted friendship,
Went with them,
Believed in goodness.
They beat her.
Force fed drugs,
Imprisoned, bound, gagged.
Trapped and scared
She wet herself.
Men came in
Violated, ravished, despoiled.
Screaming in pain,
Hungry and cold.
The abuse continued,
Day after day
Death threats delivered.
Family and friends
Search and appeal.
Police examine evidence.
Twelve hour shifts
In sexual slavery,
No possible escape,
Branded by ink.
Feelings of repugnance
She covets death.
A tip off
Activates Police raid.
They find her,
Bruised, petrified, vacant.
Inside a cage,
Blemished, defiled, impure.
Reunited with family,
Striving for normality,
An uphill climb.
Courage and tenacity
Needed for survival.
Guilty and impure.
Never again to
Be a child.
7th March 2017
A little baby girl is born
Dark hair brown eyes - so beautiful
The mother weeps for her little baby girl
Her fate is already determined
and her mother thoughts you will never get
She is the fifth child in the family
One boy and four girls
Mother and father are proud of their son
Girls - makes no pride
Three girls are already promised a price
Human trafficking and child abuse
How much is the fourth girl worth
02.02.2014
A-L Andresen :)
(3 th in the contest)
That's somebody's mother
That's somebody's sister
That's somebody's brother
That's somebody's grandmother
That's somebody's grandfather
That's somebody's aunt
That's somebody's uncle
That's somebody's cousin
That's somebody's dad
See human trafficking has no
Age
Color
Size
Shape
Gender
Name
Does not even matter
it will sneak up on a individual without a warning
It can appear anywhere
School
Work
Park
Library
Mall
Does not matter what time of day
Morning
Noon
Night
It's best to just stay in the house but even that's not safe
Human trafficking can appear
Anywhere
Anytime
Anyplace
I see her coming home at dawn,
Looking completely withdrawn,
It makes me sick to my stomach to know you’ve sent her out working,
Watching her come home, I see you lurking.
She’s my age so I imagine if it was me,
How an earth can you sit there happily.
I watch her smile and she seems so innocent,
She doesn’t deserve this false imprisonment.
You own her, she’s trapped no where to turn,
You don’t care the money’s your only concern.
You walk around in your expensive clothes,
Sending her into dirty people’s homes.
She’s just a child and you make her spend time with you too,
God my only wish was that the authorities knew.
I wish I could do something to help save her life,
She’s in so much danger being held captive as your ‘wife’.
?I’ve got no proof no evidence to show,
So you smile because off to work she can go.
I can’t imagine the torture she’s been through,
And I know your other ‘daughter’ has been through it too.
?I want to be able to prevent this,
Have a job where I’m able to put you on a watch list,
Send you down for the disgusting man you are,
Let those women free back into their loving mothers arms. ?
I wonder what their family think they are doing,
Do they have an idea what their daughter is forced into pursuing?
Maybe some sick parents forced it too,
I’ve heard it’s common here to sell your little girl for $300 dollars this is a fact I wish everyone knew!
?I wish everyone would stop being so naive,
The truth is hard to hear so it’s better to not believe,
It’s not these are other people too,
Do you really think they deserve to walk in these shoes!
?I wish there were more people to stop and put up a fight,
Fight for these women they do have equal rights!
Man stand up to man, this shouldn’t be a common practice,
I don’t understand how you all can just watch and accept this! ?
I’ve seen the mans friends give him disapproving glares,
Don’t they try and act like they were unaware,
Why don’t they stand up and show the girls someone cares,
Let’s get these girls protected from their nightmares.
The children deserve to have a childhood,
Instead it’s been robbed and filled with no good!
Their lives they haven’t managed to live yet,
Don’t you think they’ve had enough upset!
Human Trafficking
Freedom
Sacred, Invioble
Obligating, Purifying, Liberating
Opportunity, Autonomy, Servitude, Impotence
Repressing, Confining, Demeaning
Abysmal, Incomprehensible
Slavery
Sunshine Williams
Sex Trafficking, It Must Be Stopped!
There are some girls who are brutally betrayed,
Ripped apart from their families who care,
Stolen at knife point, maliciously swayed,
Stolen at night when no one is aware.
Some are promised a life full of laughter,
Jobs in a new world and careers of fame,
Only to find nightmares for long after,
Bondage, torture and such horrible shame.
Some run away from parents in anger,
Thinking they know best for their future path,
Soon to be ensnared, put in great danger,
Sold, beaten, forced to endure cruel wrath.
How can we rescue these priceless pearls?
What can we do for these precious girls?
-written by Kathi Preston
(1/15/13)
the human trafficker sells your body , sells your soul
they keep you under their control.
to them you are just a piece of meat
for humanity to sit and eat.
the younger the victim the easier to control
by the time they're teens- their spirit is cold.
no longer do they have the will to fight
it's become their way of life.
they never had a childhood or a family to love
or to even know what love's about
for their hearts and minds have been turned inside out.
fear is the only thing they know
and in their face it will show.
many are bought and put on the streets
if they don't meet their quota - they don't eat.
then there are those who are sold privatly
those are the ones that you never see.
most are girls - but there are boys
and they're all used as sexual toys.
we have to let all countries know
human trafficking has got to go.
(C) L . RAMS
Human Trafficking is something very serious and very traumatizing.
Girls all around the world are getting sold and bought for Trafficking.
Its something you don't see everyday.
You know how when you're talking to someone and you tell them,
"I know how you feel".
You can never tell a person that has been through Trafficking that
and if you do, in there head, there probably saying
"I hope you NEVER know how I feel!".
Its something horrible and I hope it stops soon and never happened again.
Human Trafficking detained, seized unlawful acts against one's
will hidden motives, and crimes are worldwide against men, woman
and children. Age, race, religious gender identity, or Nationality
the association is not applicable. Whom human traffickers target
unlawful acts of captivity, restrictions, and dilemmas results are
brutality, scheming, sexual exploitation, organ trades, and forced labor.
Ultimately there are success stories and many survivors are now
advocates helping other human beings.
People trafficking is like selling drugs
Organised by not caring thugs
The traffickers provide this service now
Huge sums to get over borders in their know how
And to take chances across desert and the seas
To brave the navies and the border guards they see
It seems to me the black economies flourish
In the bordering countries who choose not to finish
For they feed money from this into their economies
And they don't seem want to stop it or to agree
To not having this happen in their countries
And living off these trafficking fees.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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.
The arch
in the targeted killing
was the bet when you
lost your virginity.
A slow dance
at the cold river of flesh,
with genitalia wiped off.
I was constructing-
your genome
from you saliva. Prayer
was a form of begging
before an unpardonable sin.
The gradient
parting the hills will
find another arena
to start the game.
Satish Verma
I once had a post card with a picture of paradise
It had lovely scenery that wetted the eyes
With The glassy skyscrapers that mesmerise
It was a land where bliss and beauty lies
After a journey in the dark with a smuggler as my host
A sea swallowing lives roared at me at the coast
I saw my fantasy turn into a ghost
I realised paradise was the home I had lost
Home is never a choice we try to inhabit
Home is a place that chose us without bait
I journeyed back to my canaan, like an exodus retreat
The Promised Land I dreamt of was always under my feet
Like every other young girl
She holds a dream, vast and bright
But born in a land of dark shadows
That hunt and silence dreams.
Tempted by a shinning chance
She seized it with both trembling hands
Unaware of the story on the next page
A huge decision at a tender age.
Chartered, restrained like a fragile glass
Sent to a land with deceiving masks.
Auctioned to the highest bidder
Made a cleaner, a toy for pleasure, a mother.
But she’s just a girl with a dream
A dream that will set her free
From the shadows that dim all light.
Motherhood was never part of the fight.
Rain falling down on magenta leaf
Seemed like a forbidden feeling
Dreamed as a despair on ceiling
Loud stormy, yet ears still deaf
This poor self awoke because of wetness
Ache not cured well in deeply heart
Leaving roots of wound not in curt
This suffer mind sank under sadness
mum! Mummy please didn't do it to me
dumb! Daddy please didn't dattch it to me
I had reached heaven for you too late forgiven
You had touched prison for you too late remorsen