in need of rescue

 

photo by Gabriella at dVerse; used with permissionimg_4644

Daddy was mean so I run away but had nowhere to go.  Met a guy I thought I could trust.  Sure, he treated me real special at first.  I fell hard…thought he loved me too.  Called me “sweet thing” and “babe” and said two of us was all that mattered in the world.  Until he started passing me around to his friends for free and then to strangers for money.  Decent money too but he keeps most of it.  Now he’s taking me to the big city.  I don’t wanna go but he squeezes my arm so tight at every bus stop…to keep me from running again.  Doesn’t anybody see my tears?

i’ve nowhere to go

sky cries tears down bus windows

can’t wash my shame’s pain

 


Thinking of young victims of sex slavery and linking with haibun challenge at dVerse Poets

 

 

 

 

23 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Www.seekingyoufirst.com
    Feb 17, 2016 @ 22:25:04

    You did an amazing job of giving a voice to the pain experienced by many. It is very unfortunate- but true.

    Reply

  2. jyotsnabhatia86
    Feb 08, 2016 @ 13:41:12

    This is just so so sad 😦

    Reply

  3. katiemiafrederick
    Feb 08, 2016 @ 12:17:04

    As always answers
    stARt at the cradle..
    humans who are
    Unconditionally
    Loved with
    Kind and
    couRAge..
    are trustFul
    enough of humans
    and Nature around
    them.. to be secure
    inside..
    never
    allowing
    themselves
    to be used by
    others.. but now..
    then.. there is poverty..
    W/O subsistence.. and
    ills of health..
    where
    common
    Christians
    refuse to
    lend the
    helping
    hand
    of Government
    to reach places
    out of
    churches
    and
    neigh
    borhoods..

    Humans raped
    more
    than sex…

    OBTW..
    hi Lynn..
    once again
    at the very end..
    writing hundreds
    of poems.. and
    finishing my
    2nd ‘official’
    Novel
    of Free Verse
    Poetry tomorrow
    iN 18 days..
    around
    50K words
    before Catholic
    Lent starts
    and sure..
    my Lent
    and Ramadan
    never ends now
    as alWays
    true.. iN
    liGht..
    iN Dance
    and words
    of SonG..

    Soldiers
    oF God iN KinD
    CourAGeX2..:)

    Reply

  4. Grace
    Feb 08, 2016 @ 10:51:37

    What a sad and tragic situation ~ You have painted the horrors of the slave trade ~ Love the use of sky’s tears ~

    Reply

  5. ShirleyB
    Feb 08, 2016 @ 03:43:28

    Such terrible things going on in the world. Everyone must do what they can to stop it – but, while the demand is there, so will be the supply. Heartbreaking.

    Reply

  6. mishunderstood
    Feb 07, 2016 @ 23:55:07

    A topic that can’t be ignored and you have expressed the pain that one must feel to be trapped in this situation. The haiku is heartbreaking.

    Reply

  7. Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
    Feb 07, 2016 @ 14:13:55

    I think this is how it starts… somehow these predators make me ashamed to be a man… but I always remember that without those anonymous strangers there would be no prostitution… and those strangers are the one I might call friends.

    Reply

    • lynn__
      Feb 07, 2016 @ 22:39:44

      Seems we live in a sex-crazed world…if only men and women would treat each other with mutual honor and respect! Thanks for commenting, Bjorn.

      Reply

  8. Victoria C. Slotto
    Feb 07, 2016 @ 13:56:24

    Such a very heart-breaking story…and it saddens me to think how widespread it is. When I was young I’d never heard of such a thing. The objectification of women hasn’t been helped by some aspects of the feminist movement, I fear.

    Reply

  9. Mary
    Feb 07, 2016 @ 08:44:02

    So very sad….. Did you know that many of these men take their fearful young girls to truck stops…from truck to truck. Now truckers have an organization & many will report the things rather than participating or ignoring.

    Reply

  10. Gabriella
    Feb 07, 2016 @ 08:39:47

    Your haibun reminds me of a video I saw on sex trafficking. It is more common and closer to us than we like to imagine. And you are right, it is the woman who is ashamed even if she is the victim.

    Reply

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