Slavery in our times
An intelligent girl
With ambitions
An identity Uncared
About
Imprisoned, forced to work
Without pay
Sold for sex
Beaten to submission
It's happening now
Not a thing of the past
Women, children
Everywhere
In our own back yards
Surviving only by the
Resilience
Of the
Human spirit
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