
She sits heartlessly and cold
Sick out of her mind
New stock has arrived
She must pretend before them
To be one of the girls
In her heart she knows
Shortly they each will become her
After being broke in
Sold to the highest bidder
Over and over in a day
She only wonder
The ones that were such as her
Answering an ad
Thinking
There were old enough to be on their own
Wanting the world
She only thinks now
The picture to come for them
Victims each of them of human trafficking
Sex slaves who live in fear
If they fail their duties
They will be beaten
Till they give in
Forced to take drugs
Till addicted
Pennyless
Except for the clothes on their backs
Each night they sleep together
Sick and tired
Inside of the Pimps den
Some live
Some die
Seldom do they ever escape
Those that do
Never forget
Never feel free
Never feel human
Being a survivor of bondage
Copyright 2007
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