A thing of the past

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.






Notice Me

Notice me! Can’t you hear her cry?

Notice me! Please, before I die.

Notice me, can’t you hear her shout?

But she’s not what you want to think about.

You have more important things on your mind than her,

To you money and grades are bigger.

But this is a girl, with long hair.

She’s crying but you never see her there.

She’s a girl, not a grade or note,

She’s a girl who wants to live but can’t stay afloat.

This is a human, not someone’s commodity,

Maybe it’s time we hear her saying, Notice Me.


Unfortunantly this poem is more real than it seems because there are actually many girls who wish someone would notice them and save them from the hell they live in. They cry every night but no one actually hears. We are more worried about how successful we are or what grades we get than we are about the lives of some girls we have never met. But whilst we lie awake worrying about whether we received an A or not, they lie on cold, hard ground at night wondering if they will be alive tomorrow. If they will have food or water tomorrow. They worry about girls they knew, siblings they had. People they knew who have been torn from their lives. We need to notice them because one day they won’t be there to notice. 


Real Men

She stares at those strange eyes

She flinches as she hears another girl’s cries.

She knows she’ll die if she says no

But this is a whole world she doesn’t know.

Another night, a different man,

She getting through the torture as fast as she can.

She thinks back to when she received that letter

She said yes, met him, she didn’t know any better.

A year on, she can’t remember when

She last met real men.



You know the children out there with no home,

Ignored, they are all alone.

When attention finally comes, they let down their guard,

But then their life becomes hard.

Coerced into acts that no child should do,

It’s like people forget they’re human too.

These children don’t just have to be those with no family,

Some are stolen from where they lived happily.

The figures astound me but no one seems to care,

It’s like they know but don’t want to see it there.

Not all people ignore this crime,

Some people dedicate their life and time,

To save the life of a child.

Even if it means going into the wild.

Remember the prisoners, they are people too.

Cos one day, you never know, it could be you.

More on Human Trafficking. I can’t do much else but write about this and try to raise awareness for it. But the figures do astound me. 2 children sold every minute. 2 CHILDREN. These are humans as young as 3, or younger, who are coerced into acts of domestic servitude and other inhumane acts. 99 percent of these children will never be rescued and the 1 percent who are will be damaged and scarred for life, taking up to 7 years to heal. They don’t have a voice. But we do. So let’s use our voices to stand up to the bullies who take lives instead of being the bullies who ruin lives. What you are going through is big to you, but for me, these children are bigger. Because they are children who are treated like animals. No person deserves that. Whether they are boy or girl, child or adult. None should be treated like an animal. 

“Those who have a voice must speak for those who are voiceless.” ~ Bishop Oscar Romero


Ok, so, if you hadn’t noticed I have been away from the last week. Absent. Gone. Well, that’s because I was at this festival thing called Soul Survivor with my church. It was great and the worship was amazing. I saw Rend Collective and Guvna B so I’m really happy. But that’s not what I wanted to talk about today.

Whilst I was at Soul Survivor I heard someone talk about human trafficking. (They were raising money to stop it) And then one of the adults at camp began to talk to me about the human trafficking movement, in which he was and still is, heavily involved with. It struck me because, *gasp* the only writing I had been doing before Soul Survivor, to do with Human Trafficking, was my blog. I had stopped writing my books. Mainly because Satan was telling me that actually, the writing wasn’t good enough and that I wasn’t actually doing anything worth it. God, however, had other plans. He chose to speak to me through that small, ten-minute talk at Soul Survivor. He reminded me that actually, in the space of about 2 hours, 240 children would be sold. That’s about 5760 a day. And He reminded me that actually this phenomenon is still rocking our world and he has called me to make a move to stop it. I can’t offer financial support, I’m a 14-year-old girl. But I can pray. And I can ignore the devil’s lies and write until my hands are broken if it means that even a 10th of the children would be saved. That’s  576 children a day that could be saved.

The devil lies to those who are trying to make a difference. Life was never easy and never will be for those who are trying to make a change in the world that foils his plans. We can’t listen to the lies. We can’t sit and do nothing because our calling isn’t to do nothing. It isn’t just to exist.

Is sharing your faith embarrassing?

Is sharing your faith embarrassing? Ok, so I know I haven’t been blogging properly recently cos I’ve only been talking about Human Trafficking and raising awareness for that. But God put this on my heart. So here’s a different blog post.

I’m 14 years old. I’m going through teen years being different to everyone around me. I’m homeschooled. I’m a bit of a nerd. Compared to my friends I’m poor. I’m loud. And above all that I have two different friend groups. One is a Christian group and the other is a Non-Christian group. A little while ago I would have been affected by what people thought of me. I would care if someone said I was a nerd. I would be upset if someone bullied me for the person I am. But that’s because I wasn’t confident in who I was in God. but things have changed. I’m not embarrassed by who I am. I’m going to be homeschooled for the next two years at least. Who cares? I don’t. I’m a bit of a nerd. Once again, who cares? I don’t. God has given me a brain that is different from others. If I look poor or sound nerdy or geeky, I don’t care. Because that is how God made me. Compared to my friends I’m poor. In money. But you know what I have? I have a dad who comes home at night. I have a mum who devotes her entire life to me and my siblings. I have an older brother who loves me and would do anything to protect me and my reputation. I have a twin who would rather have me by her side whilst she is annoyed at me than not have me at all. I have two little sisters who refer to me as ‘Supersister.’ I have friends who accept me for who I am. I don’t feel the need to change to fit society’s standards.

A year ago if someone asked me about my faith I would sorta cringe and mumble something about going to church and praying everyday. But that really wasn’t enough. Church was sunday school. And praying? I wasn’t doing that properly. I was always praying meaningless prayers like ‘help me win this.’ I wasn’t praying for other people and I definintly wasn’t spending time in God’s word. Then a change happened and one of my new years resolutions became to build a relationship with God again. You might have thought that, being the person I am, I would have had that one knocked off within a few weeks. Er think again. I started to kick start my writing career and that’s when I forgot about my build a relationship with God resolution. Then someone started bullying me and there was only so much adults could do to fix the damage. They could stop the person bullying me. They could tell me that all he said was untrue but really, the hurt was more than skin deep. I had to forgive him but I didn’t know how. Because what he said about me broke my heart. It knocked me down. And it was then that I turned to God. I was crying at 9 at night and just saying to God, why me? Why? Why God? Have I not suffered enough? (I went through a tricky friendship last year.) What was His answer? He said, Charlotte, I’m teaching you a lesson. I’m helping you prove your strength to those who think you can’t. And above that, I’m bringing you back to me in MY time. It was at that point I started reading Psalms. And I began to do research into what God says about treating your enemies. And that is when everything began to fall into place. God had taught me a valuable lesson. If I care about everything people say about me then I will never be able to stand up and tell nonchristians about God. If I care about how people see me then I will never be able to turn to a stranger and say, ‘can I pray for you?’ If I am embarrassed I won’t be able to live God’s plan to its fullest.

God had a valuable lesson to teach me that day. He wanted to teach me that if I care too much about what people think, then I’m missing a valuable quality that will help me tell Non-Christians about the one man who was willing to give his life for us. I don’t care anymore about how people see me. And about a week after that a boy at the local skatepark turned around and said, ‘Why are you a Christian? God isn’t real.’  And I found that I could stand there and say, Because I have a faith. Because I am alive. Because HE. IS. REAL. 

I could have chosen to just say, ‘I don’t know.’ or I could have changed the subject. But no. God had different plans. He was equipping me for that experience because once that had happened, I wanted to know more. I wanted to share my faith more. And you know what, I wasn’t embarrassed anymore. Because God is good. And God has a plan. And that plan will never fail you. God will never fail you.

So is sharing your faith embarrassing? No. This is a simple answer. You can’t be scared to stand in the middle of a skatepark or shopping center  and say to that person that God is good. Jesus wasn’t scared to stand in the middle of the street and be told that he was going to die. He wasn’t afraid to hang on that cross and say, ‘Lord forgive them. They know not what they have done.’ Jesus wasn’t afarid, so why should we be?

Be Their Freedom

Thay are trapped by chains and bars

They are trapped in buildings and the back of cars.

Blood stains the floor, tears stain the cheeks

As days of captivity turns to weeks

A small bed, where children huddle in fear

More on the floor, crying for the mother who isn’t near.

It’s not just the children affected by the dark

Teens and adults alike are torn apart.

Used to make a profit, a sum of ninety

But then they’re locked away again, never free.

They cry for freedom, they don’t want to be a commodity

But the people they cry to don’t seem to hear. Those people are you and me.


Once again this post is about Human Trafficking. The name of this post is Be Their Freedom, which I believe we should be. There are 7.442 billion people on the earth today. 27 million are in captivity, their lives taken away by Human Traffickers. That leaves 7 billion, 415 million people who aren’t in captivity. Who aren’t subjected to torture and coerced into doing stuff they don’t want to do. That’s enough people to stop Human Trafficking if even half of us join together and make a stand. Because we have a voice. So let’s be their voice. We have a life. Let’s give theirs back to them. We have freedom. So let’s be their freedom. We can save them, it is possible. Just look at Matthew 19:26, because it’s true. With God all things are possible. Even the abolition of Human Trafficking.