Shatter the Silence

Shatter the silence, voice your cry,

Speak out for the people who believed every lie,

Every time they were called beautiful and worth it,

They feel just a tiny bit deeper into the snake pit.

They say they are ok, hitting the clubs every night,

Sold to a different man each time, it’s just not right.

They carry a burden heavier than anything we have ever had to carry,

They have a fate worse than you and me

Most will die, trapped in the traffic,

Some will kill themselves, others will fall sick,

Because so many men refused to care,

So many men were there,

Used her body for their own selfish desire,

Forced her to drink, smoke till she went higher.

Laughed at her discomfort, even though they were the cause,

Placed a hand over her mouth, took away her voice.



She is broken, trying to pick up her heart, shard by shard,

She always thought her love was enough, the truth hit her hard

Asked for directions, took her into the car,

Drove the wrong way, went too far.

Used her as a toy, even though he said she was a gem.

She believed him until that night, when,

he chose to use her for his own desire’s like she was a slave,

She looks around, knowing she isn’t the only one who isn’t safe.

He’s a con artist of fine proportions. He can weave a web,

Of lies and deceit that will fool them.

She want’s to stand up, shout out but then she feels his hand on her hair,

And remembers that she is just another of his girls and that he is always there.


Have you ever felt lost?

Paying a price but you don’t realize the cost.

She was looking for something that is right in front of her eyes

She yells for help and every night she cries,

She’s walking uphill but the slope is slippy

She want’s help but no one seems to be willing.

She’s searching for a light

She’s fighting an unwinnable fight. 

Lost and wandering in the darkness

she can’t see that he thinks she’s priceless.

Dragged into sin by the man she thought she could love,

Always praying to whatever God is above.

Lost in a sea of girls who are like her,

crying out hopes someone can hear.

Walking in circles, can’t read the map,

She’s the reason I wrote this rap,

She’s just one of the many who don’t realize the cost,

She’s running through a maze, doesn’t want to admit that she is lost. 



Always there for me through thick and thin,

Supporting and cheering whether I lose or win,

telling me my dreams aren’t terrible, that I will succeed,

Giving me all the love and encouragement I need

And more, because you  know exactly what I need before I say,

And you try to help me through each day

You were the mediator during that phase,

When I argued with dad most days,

You always did what you could to make sure my clothes fit

And you made sure that dad liked it,

You listened and listen to my endless chatter about a boy band,

and when I’m needing help you always offer a hand,

brought me up, raised me well, taught me all I need to know,

More willing to say yes, not afraid to say no,

I hope you will be proud of the woman I’ll become,

I hope that I can be like my mum.


Turning away

I heard of more words that had been said,

More lies that have to run through my head,

people who said they cared but it was a lie,

Couldn’t wait to say hello, now the word on my lips is goodbye,

Read that I was not of this world and I know it’s true,

So many people being shallow, so many friendships blew,

Just because you chose to say those words, the ones that hurt,

Just because you treated me like dirt,

I won’t let it get to me anymore,

I won’t show you that my heart is bleeding and sore,

I’ll turn around show you that I can and I will,

Doesn’t matter how many dreams you kill,

No matter how many words exit your mouth,

Doesn’t matter anymore that our friendship went south.

I’ve forgiven you for setting me up that one time,

because I hurt now but I’ll be fine,

I know because I have friends who are real,

Friends who care about the way I feel,

And I will be strong for my sake,

I’ll tell you how I feel, cos I’m not fake.

I’m making a stand

I speak for those who have no voice,

I make a sound for those who make no noise.

I’m a voice for millions trapped in a terrible trade,

Used for money to be made.

I make a stand for those who cannot walk,

I say the words for those who cannot talk.

I open eyes to the torture that they go through,

I tell people about them, people like you.

I’m not the only one who is making a stand,

Many people are standing through the land,

Speaking for those who are silent but want to cry,

We make a hello out of a goodbye.

So as we take a step, join us in this stand against slavery,

Let’s give them freedom, show them they aren’t a commodity.

People aren’t a commodity

I was driving home from singing in Hampshire yesterday and I was thinking about famous singers. People who have everything, nice (debatable) clothes, tons of makeup, people to wait on them hand and foot……and then I thought of the people who actually don’t have clothes they can call their own. Their makeup, if they have any, is used to lure men in, and they do the waiting on hand and foot.

The comparison between the pop star and trafficked is phenomenal, and the difference between us, the normal people, and trafficked is just as phenomenal. We have the freedom to choose, we have the freedom to choose what we wear and what we do. We can get medical help, they can’t. They don’t choose what they can wear. They don’t get to choose what they do. They don’t get medical help. Because to the traffickers, they are a commodity, something that’s worth comes from how much they can be sold for.

People aren’t films. You can’t rent them for a night’s entertainment. They aren’t food. They can’t be bought to fulfil someone’s greed. People aren’t a commodity.