I am thirteen years old, strong-willed and bright. I live in an unsafe environment, I rarely see the light.
The only time I see the sun is when they open the metal door, and for the short second I do see it, I am reminded what I'm for.
I can yell, I can scream, but they do not slow down or stop. To them I am simply another object, something to knock up and drop.
I've been stuck in this way of life, every day the same. I've been pregnant at least twice, but a child would "ruin my frame".
I've been forced to have abortions, every child taken away. “We can't have our perfect little girl corrupted.. this way the clients will stay."
I haven't seen my family since I was nearly ten, every day I can't help but hope that I'll make it out of the lions den.
I've been forced to grow up much too fast, my childhood isn't real. I can't misbehave or play dumb- that wasn't part of the deal.
The agreement made was decided by everyone but me, “You will be treated better the more you work, but you will never be set free."
Mr. President, please, focus on trafficking more than walls. Please, Mr. President, safety and justice calls.
The same people are here- the ones you're trying to keep out. Rapists, drug lords, criminals... they’re finding a different route.
A route away from publicity and fame, a route to entertain them, and continue their little game.
So please Mr. President, try to save us too, because while we're missing milestones, the blame will be set on you.
