Sex trafficking

Over 2 million children every year

My hope was a flame,
fragile and prized.
My own treasure kept
from his cold-weathered eyes.
But now the wind breaks me
he takes all my worth,
he drinks my displeasure
with unquenchable thirst.

Disheveled I’m left, day after day.
The wind breaks me
and folds me unthinkable ways.
He steals all my clothes,
he wrestles me down, down
to depths of a dark underground.

My hopeful flame slipped
between hard hitting rain,
but the wind with his might
sought the light of my flame.
His heavy blows blustered and blistered
and drained
all the hope
out of me and my flame. Then he abused me again,
the wind and his rain.

http://www.globalpost.com/dispatch/worldview/091203/moldova-sex-trafficking