Justice by the Drip

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Free. 
Safe.
I compain about
Working 5:00am
Shifts before a
Twelve-hour day
At school.
Enslaved.
Raped.
You'd kill
To drive far away,
In the dingy 1994 Honda Accord
That I use to go to school.
Coincidentally, you'd
Also kill for the privelage
To go to school
And learn like me.
Free.
Safe.
My boyfriend
Cancelled on me again,
I was furious.
And upset that I didn't
Have enough for a
Drive-through dinner
On my way to the coffee shop.
Enslaved.
Raped.
Your "boyfriend" 
Dehuminized and
Humiliated you
Again.
What you wouldn't
Give for the change
In my pocket.
Free.
Safe.
I listen to my iPhone,
While driving to
Where I'm going,
Enslaved.
Raped.
You can hear,
Your sisters crying,
Dehuminized and
Humiliated like you.
Free.
Safe.
I'm at the coffee shop now.
Where I work for free.
The proceeds here go towards
Helping free girls like you.
And helping you adjust to a life away 
From that nightmare called sex trafficking.
Enslaved.
Raped.
You probably won't know about it,
Until one day you're saved (I hope).
And when you hear about the efforts,
You'll probably think I'm some kind of hero.
(I'm not).
Free.
Safe.
I forgot about you,
And how badly you'd want to be me,
Until I saw your face in a cup of drip coffee.
I'm sorry.
I'm coming for you.
I swear.
 

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