Anastasia Poem by Lourdes Alexander

She was asked to rest that day
For she had to be ready for the night
Little did she know
What was coming up next

She was thankful she got a job
In the city of dreams
For now she could lend a hand to her Dad
To raise her siblings

Excited to work she couldn't sleep
Longing for the evening to set in
When her perpetrators beckoned to deck like a doll
For the Boss was coming to see her

Helped by the flesh traders to dress her best
Was given some training
To please the Boss when he enters the room
Innocently she waited for her doom

A pedophile walked in
Asked to relax as he scanned her with a wink
His looks made her a bit suspicious
That’s when he asked to shed her clothes

She ran towards the door for help
But found it locked from outside
She begged, pleaded and cried
Showing no mercy he pounced on her

She was raped at the age of twelve
Forced to become a woman
When she complained of pain
Was told her father had sold her dignity

She was made into a sex toy
By her own family
She’d decided never to shed a tear
Coming to terms with her new life to become a meat

She never complained after that gruesome day
The light in her eyes had been taken away
In silence she prayed and hoped
That no other child is ever sold.

{Dated – 22nd November,2014}