Who will tell them?

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It’s easy to ignore a problem that appears so overwhelming. Let’s start by seeing them through Christs eyes and loving them.

She sits heartlessly and cold

Sick out of her mind

New stock has arrived

She must pretend before them

To be one of the girls

In her heart she knows

Shortly they each will become her

After being broke in

Sold to the highest bidder

Over and over in a day

She only wonder

The ones that were such as her

Answering an ad

Thinking

There were old enough to be on their own

Wanting the world

She only thinks now

The picture to come for them

Victims each of them of human trafficking

Sex slaves who live in fear

If they fail their duties

They will be beaten

Till they give in

Forced to take drugs

Till addicted

Pennyless

Except for the clothes on their backs

Each night they sleep together

Sick and tired

Inside of the Pimps den

Some live

Some die

Seldom do they ever escape

Those that do

Never forget

Never feel free

Never feel human

Being a survivor of bondage…..

The story does not have to end there. We can bring hope to these broken ones. We must.

About Amalia

My name is Amalia, I am a survivor, but I am not simply surviving here. I fully intend on living life to its fullest everyday of my life. My past does not define me, it is simply a part of me and a contribution to who I am becoming. Fully awake, fully alive. Love is my religion. I enjoy meeting new people from all different walks of life. I love engaging in deep, meaningful conversation with others. I believe we each have something to add to anothers life. I love Jesus. And the way he interacted with people, especially the outcasts. I sometimes feel as if I am a very old soul born hundreds of years too late. But am realizing I am right where I am supposed to be, there are no accidents. I cherish those who love and accept me for who I am, intensity and all. Who love me for me, not who they'd like me to be. When I love, I love deeply, when I hurt I hurt deeply, I can feel others pain, an empath, but I would not change a thing. My 'story' has molded me into the person I am today and I like me! I am deeply moved by early morning sunrises and evening sunsets, by flowers, bugs, the changing seasons,barefoot walks in the woods, the wind in my hair and the sunshine on my face. I love capturing these moments with my camera, as well as trying to share the emotions attached on canvas. Music is my drug of choice. It soothes me when i'm feeling down or overwhelmed. I am drawn to other creatives and out of the box thinkers, the misfits, outcasts. I love to laugh and make others laugh. Laughter is amazing medicine. I have ADHD and it shows, I am currently....LOOK A SQUIRREL! I have a very strong sense of justice and nothing angers me more than seeing others taken advantage of or harmed, especially in the name of religion or by those in authority who use their authority to harm or control others. I am childlike, yet intense and will fight for those I love until the bitter end. But i've also learned that I cannot save anyone else and have learned when to let go. Because that too is love.

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