To you who thought it was a thing of the past,
To you who thought slavery had passed,
Though slavery was abolished years ago
There is so much that you don’t know.
Girls and boys alike,
Have to put up a daily fight,
Just to live another minute, to breath another hour
They had a sweet life but it turned sour.
They wanted love but instead received hate
She was lonely, looked for a mate.
She found a guy, not a man, he wasn’t true,
He sold her to not one man, not two,
She was just a slave, a toy they could play,
She’s weak, she doesn’t know if she’ll survive another day.
You never experienced the pain that she can feel,
You look at her predicament, you think that’s not real?
She was drawn in with false promises of hope,
But now she’s finding it difficult to cope.
She wanted to go to school, get that grade,
But now she’s doing stuff at the threat of a blade.
Depression is hidden beneath her blonde hair,
She crushed beneath the body, fighting for air.
She remembers being a normal child,
But then her father drank, he went wild.
Bounced from home to home,
Surrounded by people but all alone.
She was never satisfied with what they gave,
But now she’s staring at the face of death over her grave.
If she doesn’t make it through the night,
If she gives up the fight,
She won’t be given a burial fit for the girl she is,
She’ll be left where she is.
Pale and cold, her hand doesn’t move.
Her eye’s closed, she dreams of a time where she didn’t have to prove,
Her worth to any woman or man,
Until that fateful day where he interrupted and changed her plan.
Can you see her looking thin, she’s a skeletal picture,
Her body broken, without any structure.
Give her chance, listen to her cry,
Then other girls like her won’t have to die.