We love seeing Rebels FIGHT FOR FREEDOM in creative ways! A high school student sent us this poem after he received a presentation from one of our team members. Real and raw, Armand addresses sex trafficking from a blunt perspective. Any feelings of shock are immediately sobered by the realization that he is describing reality.
Friends |
| Everyone’s for sale you can buy anyone you want you can buy her for profit you can buy her to taunt Everyone’s for sale these streets are filled with regret for a hefty fee you can take her home as a pet gender doesn’t matter in the RLD* all freaks are welcome, there’s more than just me |
| Dress them up however you please pigtail, ponytail, make sure they’ll bleed sooner or later they’ll break in the end it’s just their arms, they’ll always stand in the end Everyone’s for sale this one just came from the Metro beneath this hell is another lake of fire great place to socialize, honey, don’t worry but the john* won’t like it if your jaw starts hurting Everyone’s for sale these streets are filled with regret for a hefty fee you can take her home as a pet gender doesn’t matter in the RLD all freaks are welcome, there’s more than just me Dress them up however you please pigtail, ponytail, make sure they’ll bleed sooner or later they’ll break and they’ll bend it’s just their arms, they’ll always stand in the end Everyone’s off duty rubbing pennies together for another fix the lust roams through these halls, so swift confinement and missionary, they call it the night shift The only thing they know how to do is get on their knees for someone new they’ve been used and abused beyond belief Stockholm Syndrome’s like a thief Everyone’s for sale these streets are filled with regret for a hefty fee you can take her home as a pet gender doesn’t matter in the RLD all freaks are welcome, there’s more than just me Everyone’s off duty rubbing pennies together for another fix the lust roams through these halls so swift confinement and missionary, they call it the night shift Obeying their orders like they’re told being toyed with until they’re cold protect your head and pray for love cause in the place you’re going, you won’t be seeing any doves It starts out local then it’s statewide from 9 to 5 until you’ve up and died *RLD - abbreviation for Red Light District, a term used to describe a street where the only businesses are brothels or ones that provide sexual services to customers. *john - slang for a sex buyer; the customer of a prostitute. |
About The Author
Sex Trafficking can be a tricky topic to talk about, especially on paper. Growing up, that phrase would’ve been so foreign to me that I would’ve completely looked the other way and just ignored it. But now, especially at this age, I thank God I that I am familiar with what it stands for, but more importantly that there is an organization dedicated to fighting what I personally believe is the most heinous act of humanity currently happening right now.
The first time I heard about this cause was when a former English teacher of mine, came to the school just to talk about this topic. It was absolutely devastating to me, it crushed me to think that this was happening right past my house, and throughout the world for that matter. I remember going home from school and just being confused; this wasn't something that was being reported on CNN or Fox or 12 News. I had never heard about it, and I know for a fact that my friends and family didn’t know what it really stood for.
Why I wrote this poem was based off of one thing: anger. On one hand, I was angry about what Sex Trafficking is and what it stands for as a whole. On the other hand, I was angry about the fact that I could not do anything about it. Long story short, I wrote the poem to express my rage, and spent a week writing it until I completely justified my anger and my thoughts and everything on the situation. I watched documentaries upon documentaries until I felt like I was about to be sick to my stomach about the whole thing. Even now thinking about it puts my stomach in a loop.
Sex Trafficking is important to me because everyone has a voice and it is their god-given right to use it. But not them. What can they do? The only time they can use their voice is when they’re told to. Why should I sit here and talk about what this means to me when they, the ones who are in this mess, cannot? If the victims cannot speak for themselves, then I will gladly stand up, and be their voice. The time is now, and now’s a better time than ever.
-Armand, High School Student
What Can You Do?
Spread the word about sex trafficking by sharing this poem. The better we understand the horrors of sexual exploitation, the more we can understand how to fight it!
Use your talents to fight sex trafficking as well! Write a song, make a painting, have your sports team do a fundraiser - the possibilities are endless! Check out Ignite Rebellion for a few ideas on how to get started.
Use your talents to fight sex trafficking as well! Write a song, make a painting, have your sports team do a fundraiser - the possibilities are endless! Check out Ignite Rebellion for a few ideas on how to get started.
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