The Asylum
The anger tht floods my mind reminds me of the day that I lost my mind;
Inhumane to the nature that I was proposed came sexual exploitation and “esclavitud moderna”
That has my mind ready to explode.
When I walk down the streets of my city I see red b/c of all the pain that I caught and endured,
Pain; Yea I said it
But why the People ask? And I replied
b/c even in ur neighborhood brothels and hubs this all could occur ,
Human trafficking is real and the most dangerous thing to happen to man,
Human Trafficking is within escort agencies ,social media and even schools as well.
But the only way we can end this battle is if we all tell.
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