Somebody’s Daughters…

SomebodysDaughtersLast night as I was going to bed my thoughts and prayers went up for the girls and the women who are trafficking victims and prostitutes. My thoughts were haunted by the blank depths that were found in the eyes of those I have crossed paths with. Their eyes are a black hole – as if no life is behind them. The longer they live the life (if you can call it that) they do, they withdraw everything of who they are within, becoming more and more distant. Survival is the goal, but even then there are so many days death seems better.

Broken. Weary. Violated. Trapped.

And these are somebody’s daughters!

Perhaps they once knew a loving family and had friends or a pet?

Maybe they had a job or went to school?

Maybe they had a hard life and then it hit even harder.

Promises broken. Dreams shattered. Life as they knew it – Gone.

Branded. Sold. A strangers pleasure.

Yet, she’s somebody’s daughter.

Be a voice. Educate yourself. Rescue these girls.

What if this were your daughter?

 

#31DaysofFreedom

 

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