Sex Trafficking

Once a child, later a young adult.
Wondering the streets with one leg out
And a petite skirt covering the necessities.
Poor and no money to the name forced to walk a road of misery.
A man with cash in his hand waves it,
Slowing down and opening the door.
The young woman gets in, never to be loved again.
Fright and fear drapes her face.
Taken. Abused. Assaulted. And traded.
Chains clinched to her wrists and ankles.
Bruises cover the face, cuts on the lip.
Treated as property sold and bargained.
An underground business exposed to innocent women.
Used and then discarded like trash.
Lives crumbled and then burned.
Never again the same.

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