Forsaken.

Fay Slimm.

Forsaken.

They pass unnoticed in café crowds,
the black-penciled eyes of
pre-teen beggar girls.

Treading cement dust they strut, mouths
painted in innocence but out
adult ways to learn.      

Flaunting bodies not yet mature, how
tragic the flesh-trade making
young whores of the poor.

Such maidens exposed to de-flowering
expect no fearless passage 
to painless futures.

When will this cruel insane world yield
to the needs of these forsaken children ?

 

  • Author: Fay Slimm. (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 27th, 2017 08:53
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments7

  • Michael Edwards

    Topical and so worrying - and so well expressed.

  • WriteBeLight

    A tragic subject matter. Great to shine a light on it Fay!

  • orchidee

    Good write Fay. Ccooee. heehee.

  • BRIAN & ANGELA

    Two things are very sad FAY ~ ONE that these babes are driven to this by Poverty and Pimps ~ TWO that Men (often with daughters of their own) abuse them (very much) and pay them (very little). Thanks for caring ~ Yours B

  • Augustus

    Like drugs the monetary reward for the industry is incredibly rich. These young women are slaves. Like the drug cartel mafia chiefs the heads are hard to find as all the little,guys take the risk. I believe they come into the states by the plane loads. We do need more awareness.

  • Pintu Mahakul

    Poverty provokes thought and brings sorrow in mind and spirit. We fear for their future and think much more in worries. When will this cruel insane world yield to the needs of these forsaken children ? Question asked in last stanza fills mind of a reader in deep thought. No fearless pages to painless future we witness in such condition. Poverty takes these children in to tragic path. This is brought up wonderfully and people across this world should get awareness to save children and their futures with proper knowledge. An Amazing poem this is.

  • Neville

    this needed to be writ Fay and I am so glad you writ it .... N

    • Fay Slimm.

      Bless you - - I thought when you read it you would feel like you do........... Fay

      • Neville

        still do....



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