I know that I have a purpose.
I have a responsibility.
I have a passion.
A passion that will never allow me to sit back and watch
As the voiceless and powerless are
sold
beaten
used
exploited
raped
enslaved
overlooked.
I want to take you all
Away from your captors
Away from your abusers
Away from your clients
Who sit among us and pretend to be human
Does it make you feel like a man
When you steal a little girl's innocence?
When you see a child crouching in fear
Bruised and bleeding
Begging you to stop
Huddled on the floor of a dirty brothel
Does that make you feel powerful?
An eight year old girl
Sold by her own mother
An empty soul
Waiting for the next customer to rape her
And take just a little more life from her
Congratulations
You're her seventh customer today
Yes, you must be a powerful man.
I can't wait til you get what you deserve.
The children are bleeding
Screaming
Weeping
Helpless
You have value
You are not used up
You are not dirty
I know that's what they tell you
They are beating it into you
Even now...
I promise I'll come for you
Soon
I'll fight for your right to live
I'll fight for your childhood
I'll fight for your value
I'm ready to fight for you
