She wants to run far free, from gumdrop eyes, fickle pickle lips
who watch her life’s movie, she runs through hallways, runs to China
sold for hugs and kisses, a soul unclothed…naked in ‘all ways
Photo aknowledgement: theartistdarklady
- Comment
- Reblog
-
Subscribe
Subscribed
Already have a WordPress.com account? Log in now.
Moccasins at Meadow Arc 
Your poem and photo make my heart so sad. I’m learning that this horrific trade is also very prolific on our shores. 300,000 US minors on average are trafficked annually in the US. That is minors, not adults. And in the US, the use of women from overseas is dwindling as it has become too risky. Traffickers are luring more minors, as this is considered of little threat. How sad. How angering. God weeps, and we must as well. Thanks for bringing this up – it isn’t an easy thing to do.
Robin ❤
LikeLike
Thanks so much for the encouragement:)
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you for boldly stepping out! God Bless. I’m still praying!
LikeLike
🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
What a blessing you are:)
LikeLike
Reblogged this on Stephanie's Ninth Suitcase.
LikeLike
😦 it is a sad poem
LikeLiked by 1 person