This world is
H
O
P
E
L
E
S
S

My life is like a,
         E .  S
   R                P
I                        I
T                        N
  G                 N
        N      I 
On a vehicle.
Being controlled by others.
Instead of
like a
         Bird
That is
         Free.

Yes, I’m a victim of
human trafficking.
When I turned 14,
I was sold to this
                      Wealthy man
Away from my
                     Family
Away from my
                     Friends

I was forced to work
Day and night
Just like a
                R O B O T.

I would only
                  S
                      T
                          O
                              P
Working
When I was told to.

I was controlled
Like a
         S
         T
         R
         I
         N
         G
              P
                  U
                      P
                          P
                              E
                                  T
I had no
           freedom
Like a bird
Without its wing.

I used to be childlike
      INNOCENT
And  
     SAFE
Now,
I’m like a helpless cat
     MEOW~
Fearful
And
Lost. 

My hand used to be young
Smooth and soft.
Now,
It’s filled with wrinkles and scabs. 

But

I never stopped believing
That one day,
This would all change,

No more labor exploitation
Only
       Education
And
       Happiness.
We would all be
                        F
                            R
                                E
                                    E
                                        D
So this world,
Would be
C        O        V        E        R       E       D,
In a blanket of
                     HOPE.