Wednesday, July 1, 2015

Barbara's Story - A Poem

I was inspired to write this poem after hearing Barbara Amaya speak and then later attending a discussion of her book Nobody's Girl.  Her story reflects the tragedy of a typical case of child sex trafficking.  Sold from one trafficker to the next, she was trafficked at the young age of just 12 years old.  Barbara's story was one that was hard to hear and even harder to read.  But her story didn’t end there. She is no longer a victim, but a victor!  She is more than a survivor.  She is an overcomer.  Her story is ultimately one of hope, courage and strength.

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Barbara's Story
Me and my daddy
At home all alone
But he starts to touch me
And he starts to moan
 
I tried to tell mom
But she refused to believe
So I made up my mind
That I had to leave 

A lady befriends me
One day at the park
I decide to go with her
Because it’s getting dark
 
But her caring for me
Was not what it seems
And soon I am sold
To a man on the streets
  
Wear this, eat that
Bring this amount home
I don’t get to make choices
All on my own 

Reading a book
that gets ripped from my hands
“How dare you take time
away from your man?” 

I just want to read,
I want to learn more
“Selling yourself
is all your good for.” 

Survive without him?
I’m not sure I could
Surely he’s right
When he says I’m no good 

No one will want me
And no one will care
It was torture at home
So I can’t go back there 

I turn to drugs to numb all the pain
How has my life become such a mess?
I soon meet a nurse
Who sees I need rest. 

She offers me hope
And I find a way out
Of a life that a child
Should know nothing about 

Now I’m stepping up
And using my voice
I want to tell others
That there is a choice 

We must educate
And make better laws
So no other child
Falls prey to it’s claws 

The monster called Trafficking
Must be brought down.
We must raise awareness
And smash the pimps crown 

So that’s what I’m doing
I’m using my voice
I’m compelled to others
That there is a choice.

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