News reports that I’m trafficked,
my heart denotes that it’s racketed.
Street owns me,
bends me to knees,
for money that touches my hand, but never reaches my pocket.
Fettered and tethered in invisible chains,
puts me on display—but never seen.
Mom hooked on crack and reefer,
allowed uncle to become my creeper.
In a haze she turned her gaze.
Wanted to be a teacher,
spent my nights daydreaming in books.
Now looking for a come up from the preacher,
reading street signs and the promise on the cigarette packs.
Easy prey, that’s what I was.
Not enough love at home to lift me up above,
the grip of a pimp.
Need to escape.
Shooting up liquid heaven, can’t make the evade.
Crisscrossed wrist so scarred in lines,
my signs of dying to live.
I’m a commodity—an item, a purchase.
No demand–no supply needed!
But, the Johns drive by.
Buy my time and my pain is your crime.
I entered the above poem in the Library of Virginia’s Dark Side Writing Contest: I did not win. And I was OK with that, honestly the poem was a tad indecorous for library walls. However, I felt the pulling, indignant urge to put it out there into the world nonetheless ( https://shermierayne.wordpress.com/2013/07/29/human-trafficking/ ).
There is now a People’s Choice Award vote, that is ongoing until October 5th for all of the prior contest entries. So, if you have the time to browse through some fine poems and short fiction pieces, please have a look: http://www.virginiamemory.com/blogs/dark-side/2013/05/31/america-atlantic-ave-virginia-beach-oceanfront-2012/ !!! Voting is super simple, and requires no login–merely a simple click. My poem “Shame” is the seventh entry from the top(the photo icons seen in the right corner have entries posted as well). However, please only vote for me if you’ve read other entries, but still liked my poem–no sympathy votes allowed. 😉