Moving On

This is a story of when I was trafficked when I was 13 years old.

I look up in the sky 
And I wonder why? 
Why is it blue, 
When blue means, boo-hoo 
Why is all this happening to me? 
Why won’t someone help me? 
What else is there to live for? 
Everyone else thinks I am a w***e 
But imma let it go 
And move on with the show 

But you can’t you’re trapped 
It's like God just drew your name out of a hat 

He put you on the spot 
And your heart just dropped 

You’re out of patience 
But the clock is waiting 

“You’re only job,” he said “ is to get me money” 
But all he is, is a phony 

He is your owner, 
He said to wait at the corner 

I hate him, he controls me 
And ignores my plea 

I was alone 
And no one would pick up the phone 

Author's Note

This is a true story-- it's my life.

Reviews

[Shy Joe]

This world can be cruel. There is always an opposing force though. Your past is tragic. I am sorry you had to go through such a thing. No one should have to go through that. But it's the past. The tools you now have, the strength that has grown inside of you, are going to let you live life without bounds. Never forget where you came from, but don't let it consume you. Stay strong. Stay proud. Thanks for sharing.

[I_Love_Anime!]

Gay emo f*g maybe don't get the sex next time.