Poem

This poem is called "Identity Theft".  It is written by a sex trafficking survivor.  You can find her blog here. 

In the beginning her life is full of play

She hears the songs of innocence and dances through Monet

Her path is paved with wondrous things; her heart is made of gold

Her mind dreams of enlightenment at the age of 6 years old

He makes her think it’s just a game, come on let's play pretend

Now for the person she’s supposed to be, that moment was the end

May innocence and serenity beware

For hiding in the room next to hers is a man who does not care

All signs are there but they say it just can’t be

Then they turn their heads so they cannot see

He makes her think its just a game, come on let's play pretend

Now for the person she’s supposed to be, that moment was the end

She's left alone with feelings she can't feel

She can't recognize the pain she's in, so she cannot heal

Her head is down; her eyes now watch the floor

The only time she feels whole again is when she’s treated like a whore

He makes her think it’s just a game, come on let's play pretend

Now for the person she’s supposed to be, that moment was the end

Now if she can just find the one’s who are truly safe

She can become strong again and in life she will find her faith

Though she may feel these wounds are much too deep

She will find herself and so much more, once she allows herself to weep

Now for the person she became that day, this moment is the end.