They took me as the slave,
only 13, walking home
from Castillero, a man
told me he knew my mommy
and was to give me a ride
.
They took me far away,
past the border, and let
men with dirty things touch me
in between my special place,
giving every kind of disgrace
.
I saw a poet in San Francisco,
who read a world of beauty to me,
I told him of the terrible things
and said I still wasn't free
then walking away to my duty
.
It's the only thing I know,
to whore and transport,
I get money to live on my habits
They won't let me go
and I don't know how to escape
.
Now I cross the border again,
to give filthy things to nasty people
to hold onto to slow sicknesses
and do my master's bidding
for the people who taught me everything