IS… It… fair that I get a college degree meanwhile destructed women on the streets are subjected to a lifestyle in which they have no choice but to meet, BECAUSE… one day when they were still a child, a man drove up next to them fulfilling their inadequate feelings with a smile AND… that same day he got her into the car, lavished her with words and filled her full of worth that was bizarre, BECAUSE… she lived in a home in which her parents fought, and lived in a house where her daddy beat her a lot, and she lived in a shelter where her mother told her she was revolting, welcoming her everyday with words so insulting. AND… is it FAIR that a beautiful girl has to be subjected to this, making life a God granted wish?
IS… IT… FAIR… that after that day she began to meet up with this man, believing his soliloquies of “I love you baby” in a short span, BECAUSE… she met him just a few days ago and… she soaks these words up because she’s only 12 years old. And life is rough walking these streets because eventually she needs to make ends meet BECAUSE… this man has made her sleep with him and taught her to suck dick for money just to… be with him. And she ain’t the only one he bestows his twisted love upon, he… finds girls like this often just to use as a coupon. And leaves them in unaltered states of rags and hunger, BECAUSE… he is in a business where he takes women and throws them under to… the… lust of men in which they are fed to like disease and the amorous men who’s acknowledgement of their humanity does not concede. And these women verbally, physically, and psychologically abused, are ripped up, torn up, and used. And these women don’t know that every day, 3 women’s lives are taken away. 3 women lives die at the hand of a man, who takes his fist and lays into her because he thinks he can, and… these women live it hard, because we live in a society that does not regard, them… as worthy.
IS… IT… FAIR… that half these women are trafficked to sex, is it fair that we are so disconnected that the idea is perplexed. BECAUSE… this happens in our own homes, a few blocks a few miles a few hours
due to the if I can’t see it don’t exist syn-drome and… it happens in a city near you, where… women are brought forth without a clue, TO… sell their bodies because that’s all they have, or… sell their bodies to survive the mad-NESS of the reality they live, WHERE… if they don’t provide their flesh, hunger and pain hold them captive. And they ache with the breath of a man, breathing over their neck as they heave back and forth to the sound of a band… playing in the background of the room… trying to not think about how this man will eventually lead to her tomb, and she… learns to shut out and go to another place, and block out the actuality that she is being raped, BECAUSE… she is in a business she could not have escaped. An industry that holds her captive, and a trade that continues to be so massive. Commerce only eloquent to those who receive, the pleasure of a sexual deed. And… this is happening in Detroit, St. Paul, New York, and… SanFrancisco, and the children involved are treated like cargo. AND… most involved in sex slavery are just kids, growing up believing they have nothing to give. And… is it fair that this is right up the street? When we scarcely worry about having something to eat? And… is it fair that I can stand right here, when… this is a problem week after year… AFTER MONTH AND DECADE… and is it fair that I learned more from a film that was made? Soaking up the privilege in which I was gave. And… Is it fair that this issue hasn’t become real to me, BECAUSE… I have never met anyone who has… sold their body… just to get by and just to survive. And… that I need to hear a story live, just to understand and feel the agony inside of… how raw their situations are, when I could have no idea from afar, and couldn’t even relate to what they have put at stake… and crucified… just… to… ENDURE… just… to… EXIST… just to be… A-LIVE. IS… IT…. FAIR?!
