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"Snatching Away The Innocence", POEM; A girl's journey into the tunnel of child trafficking
Green poppy fields, sunlit blue sky.
Sweet breeze ruffles my hair all the side.
Running behind the little grasshopper is so much fun and divine.
Laughter of my friend, sound of happiness, bottled in a cage, so wild.
Out came two hands from back of my side,
muffling my cries of help and screams aside.
Dragging away into a place where darkness reside.
My fear of unknown throttles me from inside.
Bright light pains my eyes,
I open them to see a man who has lost his prime,
sneering at me, babbling words, sounding so decoy.
Bile rises in my gut,
when he pushes himself between my legs.
His eyes dripping with lust, lust for my unripe body with almost no breasts.
I try to scream and push to move, but, there is no way it seems to do,
he is too stronger than me,
he is older than me,
he is stinking and I know he is enjoying this and laughing at me.
Minutes seems to pass like hours,
finally he got what he wanted,
now I hope he leaves and go away forever.
Alas! that is not what I feel he is thinking,
cos he is dragging me again,
with blood and pain running, along my limbs into some unknown terrain.
Oh what a nightmare is this !
Here many are there of my age in small shirts and skirts,
laughing and eyeing men far beyond their wane,
but one deep look inside their eyes will reveal,
the buried sadness they trying hard to hide and just live.
Do I have to do what they do now?
Yes! I got the reply from that old leering man,
who shamelessly took away my innocence,
in an instant without a thought and with a deride.
Thrown into the darkness again,
Little food and water for my grumbling inside.
Coldness and loneliness garbs me tight.
Missing the voice of mama,
caresses of my nana,
and smile of my papa, deep in the night.
Morning will come without any hope.
Will I be trapped forever in the loop?
Will my prince come riding a pretty white horse?
Will he bring my favorite rag doll?
Oh god, tell my Papa to come fast and soon,
save me from this dark, stinky and scary hell hole!
I want to be with you all out there, and not stuck here in this dark, stinky and scary hell hole...
Human trafficking is a very despicable ad horrific fact of our society. The child is the one who has to grow so fast breaking the chains of innocence and getting brutally entangled and sucked into the never ending loop of slavery. Slavery of other humans, in terms of child labor or in terms of sexual gratification of the powerful.
My poem is trying to express the journey of an innocent, naïve girl into the clutches of sex traffickers. Her hope of getting away and her innocent dream of prince charming to come her way.
Have you ever met a victim of child trafficking?