Caught.
She was once caught in a lecher's look.
A selfish man stole her for his mistress.
Hidden became her damaged girl-hood
by satisfying his libido itch.
She was once cupid's obliging bud.
A rapist male turned her into his slave
Feeling shame she began heavy drugs
and yesterday died alone in jail.
Help never stepped in as lust nibbled
deeper into her untouched innocence.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
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- Comment from author about the poem: The quote spells out the reasons this subject is close to my heart - hope you agree.
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Comments7
The slave trade, which is not equal opportunity, exploits many thousands, nay millions of women across the world in diverse ways. Thanks for the reminder, Fay.
something quite different and I must say .. also unexpected my Lady but as always you deliver the goods and so well ...
I think you just done good by her and all those potential others out there .. x
So accurately penned Fay. I'm reminded of the phrase, "What goes 'round, comes back 'round." Karma has a way of evening the score on those most deserving.
Your poem resounds for the innocent women harassed in Afghanistan... I listen to their silent shrieks...
Well penned! Many young innocent girls fall prey to animals, and their lives are ruined! Dare they speak up, or run away and suffer the consequences
Very emotive write Fay and so very true.
Andy
Looking past the surface, to the torn child within. Very moving and sad. So much to give in a mind locked away behind walls of torture. Subjected to hatred and abuse.
Your emotional insight reminds us of the human frailty of these crushed souls.
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