Here’s a little poem I wrote a few months ago for my Language and Literature course. Through this poem, I tried to provide an outsiders perception of the prostitution industry. I tried to show just how little they knew about the ongoings in the industry and how victims are affected in the process and later on in their lives.
There are things only certain people experience, deviance
Living their whole lives believing, not knowing how deceiving and misleading people can be
Working hard with the cards that they were dealt,
No one even cared how they felt!
Sold into such dealings
Who would think to consider their feelings? Will these girls ever start healing?
Ripped from their houses, ripped from their homes
Ripped from their families what will help, a simple “om”?
Betrayed, they sway in the darkness they were left in
Wondering why they were fed lies,
Wondering why this was what they were fated
Their freedom, confiscated,
They’re isolated, they’re underrated
And in some cases, you see faces so young they probably can’t even tie their shoelaces
Can you imagine?
To have people force themselves between your legs
People who won’t stop, no matter how much you beg
When your tears don’t mean a thing
Because to them it was only a fling
When there’s this little girl
Who dreads every single day that comes
Because she just can’t take it anymore
She can’t carry the weight that burdens her shoulders,
the weight that the world has on her.
like the whole sky has fallen and she’s drowning no matter how tall she grows
no matter how hard she tries to breathe, she doesn’t succeed;
it just seems like it’s never going to make a difference
She can’t be bothered to live
And we can’t be bothered to give
Even a little attention, could make a world of difference
For this little girl,
Who comes from the underworld.