You may have noticed that my blogs have been quite focused on human trafficking recently. I’m not going to apologise for this. It is something I feel passionately about and desperately want to see eradicated. But rather than writing another fact-filled blog of protest, this week I decided to write a poem from the point of view of a trafficked woman.
Perhaps poetry isn’t your thing, and I realise I can only imagining what it must be like to experience such horrific circumstances. But maybe it will help you do the same. Feel free to let me know your thoughts.
And then the men in blue they came;
It won’t take luck; it won’t take magic; it’s up to US to stop the traffik.