When does it stop?

I used to be able to run around and play To not stop laughing and giggling about silly things I would radiance with light I used to be careless of the world Nevertheless, he took me and since that day. It has never was the same. I live in a world with only misery and pain. I am a prisoner, a slave Just like in the 1600s when blacks (Negros) Were forced into labor to work for food, money and shelter I live to serve someone else i like in a black hole (hell) i have no purpose Beaten, abuse, rape and sold Time after time When does it stop? When do I get to be a human? Have rights? Get my life back? Do you feel guilty or ashamed? Do you live your life with regrets? I am one of the 27 million people that has been reported of human trafficking I am what makes your yearly profit of 32 billion dollars a year I am also one of the millions of children’s that has been exploited by the global commercial sex trade every year. Human trafficking, when does it really end?