She was taken from her family
At a young age
She works had labor
During the day
She prefoms sexual favors
At night
She's been beaten
Molested
Broken
Scared for life
The bruises
A bloody purple
Her only friend
Another
Like her
Bought and sold into slavery At a young age
Together they fight
To haung on
Together they draw strength
To make it
Day after day
Both beaten
Both abused
Together as friends
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Thanks TONY ~ A very moving poem ~ lovely structure ~ dreadful subject ! When one reads about child slavery and consequent child abuse it makes one ashame to be a Member ofthe Human Race. We all have a lot to answer for ~ Thanks for caring ~ Yours BRIAN
Thank you
you poem is very sad, but very true
I agree with Brian we should be ashamed
of our selves that this is still happening. ww
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