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A runaway finds herself in big trouble
The Runaway
by Pamusart
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Just yesterday she roamed the streets
but now she's chained to other girls
They're with a man who prods and beats
She's lost her bouncy head of curls
It started when she ran away
was fifteen when this all began
She begged for money ev'ry day
At night she looked for any man
She made a living turning tricks
and got addicted to some drugs
Was someone men just tried to fix
She longed to feel her fam'ly's hugs
It seems she's caught inside a net
So many men just rent her out
Not one of them she's ever met
It does no good to scream or shout
She's in a filthy crowded room
She knows she can't afford to cry
Her efforts to escape are doomed
There's not a tear; her face is dry
She's shocked and really needs a fix
Her body trembles with the fear
that beating her gives him some kicks
Instead some needed drugs appear
Control is utmost in his mind
He knows that she'll do anything
He knows the drugs will make her blind
from ecstasy that drugs will bring.
This human trafficking is hot
It's got our sons and daughters too
It will not end until they're caught
Too late for some who had no clue
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Author Notes
I hope the poem speaks for itself. If not, please let me know
This is fiction
Credit google for the image
Thank you for reading my poem
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