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Modern Slave

Upon the dirtied squared tiles of a strangers kitchen floor
She cries for her mother, the one she has no more.
Beaten and frightened, with more fights left to face
She cowers in agony, at the scars she dares to trace
The bloodied, puckered skin, angry and raw
In the shape of circles merely 1cm small
The weapon stubbed out, in the chipped glass dish
Awaiting round two, of her unwanted death wish
Broken sobs leave her mouth
Where acid tears have swelled her pout
Rags of clothes, a shredded mess
Bloodied from his “tenderness”
Abused and left without a voice
Not able to think or make a choice
Trapped in this room she was a slave
Stitching clothes, all hand made
Her once soft hands now calloused and sore
Working sixteen hours a day or more
Sleeping in the same damn place
No hope to hold, a deserted faith
The windows boarded, a flickering lamp
Her arms are tired, her legs are cramped
She hasn’t eaten for three days
Her bones protruding in all kinds of ways
Five ft from the kitchen, lies the front door
Outside is a world that follows morals and law
Outside is a world that has no idea
That this little girl is trapped in fear

Inspired by a television advert raising awareness of modern slavery

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