She
(By daddy of a victim)
She was born with a little bit of hair, not a head full at all
But she had the face of a princess just like a little baby doll.
Her eyes were shut as in my arms I looked down
And when she opened them up, I saw they were mahogany brown.
She would toss and turn, flip and roll till she could crawl, then walk
Her voice was a high pitched squeak, until she could talk.
“Patty cake, patty cake, baker’s man”
“I’m going to get you girl! Run as fast as you can!”
She went to school to learn where she got good grades
She wore her hair curly with pigtails, ponytails, and braids.
She made a lot of friends but it slowly dwindled to a pact
Because some said, “You’re too this.. and you’re too that..”
No more curly hair, she just wore her hair straight
Her self esteem crushed, until she lost weight. [Read more…]
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All The World Stood Still
All The World Stood Still
(author wants to remain anonymous)
Out in the country, far from town
A farmhouse on a hill
The roosters crow
And fall leaves blow
But all the world stands still
A skelton key
It waits for me
And fear consumes my will
A child cries
And something dies
and yet the world stands still
It’s dark ..it’s cold
The bricks are old
I’m left to feel the chill
And souls are born
As I am torn
While all the world stands still
A raven’s eye
Can watch me die
As crying fades to shrill
The blood was healed
As fate was sealed
While all the world stood still
Poem: Hard to Breath
Hard to Breathe
Exposed for all the world to see
I am naked on the floor
Ashamed and tainted in and out
and soiled to the core
To state the facts it matters not
for someone to believe
I’ve walked thru death
all on my own
and now its hard breathe
Tortured once by evil ones
That reap their joy from pain
chosen over others for
to one day walk insane [Read more…]
Poem: Invisible
Invisible (by Lori R. )
I am invisible…
And the memories I recall
Silently waiting
In a dark and empty hall
Has everyone forsaken me..
Was I really all that bad?
When they look into my eyes
Do they see the pain I had?
I am invisible…
And I do not make a peep
My blood runs thru the wounds so deep
And the secrets that I keep
They never really knew me
Or my stepping stones of pain
I was washed downstream and swept away
Like teardrops in the rain
I am invisible…
And the odds are always stacked
The tiny fragments of the mirror
for me have all been cracked
How can I put the fragile
pieces on the shelf?
The many scattered slivers
that are hidden from myself?
I am invisible…
Sustained through all these years
My sentence and my destiny
is the taste of silent tears…I am invisible
.September 15, 2006
Survivor: Holly
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Survivor: Holly Austin Smith:
My name is Holly Austin Smith, and I am a survivor of Human Trafficking.
When I was fourteen years old, I ran away from home with a man I had met at a shopping mall in Atlantic County, New Jersey. After exchanging numbers, this man called at night while my unknowing parents watched television in the living room. We talked more than once.
Convincing me to runaway with him was not an overnight accomplishment. He took his time. He got to know me. He analyzed my troubles, and he asked me my dreams. I wanted to be a songwriter. I wanted to meet Julia Roberts. I wanted to see Jim Morrison’s grave in Paris, France. The year was 1992. [Read more…]