Growing Up

Growing up they sold her

Their vision they never told her

A victim of child slavery; Always

They stole the dreams of an innocent child

They brought her into a life that was wild,

Wild with bruising and cuts, don’t mind the scars,

The scars are to show who you are;

The girl who was beaten and raped every night;

Not knowing whether to fight or flight. 

But who can stand up to a full grown man?

When your still a kid who likes playing in the sand.

There is no one to stand up for you,

Because no one has a clue.

A clue of what goes on when no one is looking;

Watch out, I hear a buyer making a booking.

Booking that young girl for the hour,

The hour that man shows her his ‘power’, 

His power to take everything she holds dear,

Her happiness is gone, all that’s left is her fear;

Fear of what they will do to her,

When the buyer is done,

Will there be another coming to have some fun?

Fun screwing up her brain with nightmares and terrors;

Because all she sees when she looks mirrors,

Is the pain she tries to hide when she is sitting in school,

No one realizes she is being treated so cruel.

Her life in their eyes is less than a dog,

A dog who doesn’t need to be fed or cared for at all.

She is too afraid to cry, maybe they will hear her,

She doesn’t know what to do, her life is a blur.

The truth is she is merely 8 years old

But her childlike heart is already cold.

She is only an object in the eyes of her owners

Maybe one day she can find a heart donor.

To replace her heart that has been broken and shattered,

Because to this world she never really mattered.