Women Trafficking

ONE: Let them see your beautiful skin, smooth lips, rounded hips, soft breast and he’ll rest thinking about all you’ve shown him. Nothing left to the imagination so he plans a theft not of the average object, but of you. He plans a takeover and refuses to take orders.

 

TWO: Hold your head up and smile, if you do ill make it worth your wile. no its all lies from a man I despise because he lies, lies, lies, knowing I hear the cries of women who refuse to listen to his game to one day be slain because we listened or didn’t  to his lies.

 

THREE: Cover the bruise, the swell, and then smile; you’re well aware that, he’s watching. Clocking your every move as if you’re just dancing. This is another groove. And still you see his next target, poor baby, she bought it, so it’s only time before damn

 

FOUR: From one to the next, sold to a man vexed that his last pet didn’t listen. Too much opinion he says. A woman with a ring should do anything for her man even if that ring is around her eye not her finger. It was her fault he says she should have done what I said.

 

FIVE: Be careful, he doesn’t like to share and if he can’t have you no one can. So that means the worst for you. More hurt for you to eventually go through. This is just the day to day woman trafficking. We call them husbands, they call themselves men in control.

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