Slaves today outnumber all the past,
more than thirty million.
Eleven year old girls,
locked in motel rooms, never see light,
told you’re a whore, worthless, until
they believe it.
Respectable hotels, brothels in disguise.
Senegalese boys chained in hovels, fake
madrassas, sent to beg on streets.
Texas parents of three daughters, forcing them
into prostitution for drugs. Everyone knows;
no one can catch them.
Famous men running sex slave rings, immune
from prosecution.
Young women who think all men watch
pornography; it’s normal.
Innocence promised, endlessly betrayed.
People as commodities.
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