You look up with lifeless eyes
You've lost the will to live
Everyday, beaten and abused
Broken and raped.
You sit in silence in your little red dress
Not even glancing at the TV set
You're young, so young
Life shouldn't be this way.
The men come in
They choose you.
Your mind travels to another place
You hide deep inside it
Scarred from what they do to you
Your eyes slam shut
You can't even cry
You're eight years old
You shouldn't want to die.
Please don't give up, little girl
Somebody out there loves you.
We're fighting for your young life
We're not going to lose you.
There's an army coming to break down that door
You'll be rescued, beautiful child.
Life has so much good in store.
Never give up, hold on tight.
Keep making it through the dark.
We're coming for you, precious love.
We're going to get you out.
A/N: This poem is dedicated to the young girls who are victims of child trafficking, a deplorable form of slavery that still exists today. Those girls are so young, so innocent, and they go through hell every waking moment. I felt compelled to write this for them. I love those little girls, and hope you'll join me in the fight to save them. To find out more, please go to love146 dot org. Any little bit of help does miracles for those children. Thank you, and God bless.