Trafficked.

by (Linda)   May 3, 2015


I don't know how to adjust
to the barcode erased from my body.

Every 40-something white man eyes that touch me

knows.

He know.

Tricks recognize the game,
Oh, they willin'
to
pay
to
play.

The more I was played with
the more I wore and tore;

and all that money went to the store.

I'mma toy that never wanted to be bought -
not like that.

I'm on a high shelf now -

but I'm still visible.

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  • 6 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    Love it. Well written.

  • 7 years ago

    by Beautiful Soul

    Wow, I am glad you are writing again, This one is powerful as well. It is amazing and so well done that you can put so many personal feelings into a metaphor like poem. Yet the imagery again takes the reader through your creative mind, or experience maybe?

    This is a truly creative piece as saffie said, and the start to this poem is unique and something I don't think have ever seen in a poem before, so to me that caught my interest early. It seems you were hurt when you younger and that in itself is difficult to write about. I love the tore and store rhyme, it flows so beautifully within the poem I feel, it feels natural.

    Anyway, That ending to me is brilliant, You have been played with (hurt) so much in your life that you feel like no one wants to be with you anymore. A lot of times when we hurt we often feel that way. I can sense there is a lot of resentment and judgment through out this. The metaphors were written casually throughout all this, and the wording grabbed the attention well, pulling them in to want to know the whole story. well done. 5/5

    • 7 years ago

      by (Linda)

      Thanks for reading. <3

  • 7 years ago

    by Baby Rainbow

    Another one that I can relate to, and I admire you for writing this so honestly and keeping it so raw.

    You open it so creatively, admitting that the barcode might no longer be there, but you do no know how to live and cope without it now, like life is just more confusing without it. I think this is so true to this situation and how some things in the past can be so cruel and leave a lot of uncertain things to face in the future.

    I think you kept this short and to the point, and you really put yourself into this poem, and showed us how it feels for you to be in this situation. I like the use of the "toy" kind of thing in a toy shop. Bought, but for all the wrong reasons, and then returned to a shelf out of reach. It might feel a bit safer to someone reading this poem, but it is also a very dark and confusing place to be too.

    Brave subject to write about, and I know many will find it uncomfortable, but it is a reality that still goes on whether you want to admit it or not, but I am glad there are people out there writing for these girls.

    Your title was a perfect fit.

    Great job.