Carole Stolz
She never knew love, being sold as a child
into the sex trade. By grown men defiled
and used as an object of greed and of lust,
Pain was her teacher, not something she’d read,
she was wise beyond words but not in her head.
Her survival instinct had shown her in bed
that the next man might maim her or kill her instead
of using her body in ways it might please
a sick minded human with venereal disease
who asserts himself on her and forces her to her knees.
no matter I’m innocent and don’t even know how
I was kidnapped by evil ones, sold like a cow.
My virtue gone from me no hope of a vow
or a life with a husband where I no longer cower,
cornered and frightened as he uses his power
to force me to do things no nightmare would hold.
No hope of freedom or of becoming old
No hope of deliverance since that day I was sold
No hope of a life where my heart is not cold
What hope of escape?
.................Just death.
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