More than a faceless shadow. A nameless entity. A broken soul with no purpose beyond attending to the whims of those lording over them. Decked out in a scantily attire, designed to attract lost men. I say men, but don’t confuse physical characteristics with that of their character. Because would not a real man instead want to take care of her? Their mouths smile and hands may beckon, but their eyes tell a different story. Ones of abuse, drug use, or that their life is just some slowly forming noose. Many wondering “what’s even the use?”
More than a prostitute. A whore. A street walker or hooker. One cannot imagine where it is that life took her. Probably sold into slavery for less than the cost of the computer sitting in front of you. Or that flat screen TV showing reruns of Dr. Who. Who? Who is she? Someone’s daughter? A sister? A mother? You know she has a story to share incomparable to most others. For one woman I met, it involved being sold by her brother. For others it was a husband, a father, or someone promising a future with good work in some foreign land. Influenced by dreams of supporting loved ones or having extra cash in hand.
More than a lady boy. More than some pervert’s toy. Let’s not mince words or try to be coy. Let’s call a spade a spade and a lie a lie. That young boys dressing as women is pleasing to the eye?? That it makes them more appealing to buy?? That’ll be bull until the day I die. This is someone’s son. Not just some cheap lustful fill. But even if earthly parents won’t claim him, I know a Heavenly One who will.
More than a pimp or bar owner. The reality is they are just as lost as the women and children they traffic or stick on the street corner. Misguided by misogynistic thoughts that their “property” is no more than a means to an end. A revenue stream, but completely oblivious that their own soul has already sailed down that same thing. The reality is that their life is as empty as the ones’ they control. Stuck in their own personal hellhole. Hell bent on one unsatisfying and unfulfilling goal.
More than a lost cause or case. These sons and daughters. These people written off as being the dregs of society. Perceived as having nothing to contribute to the benefit of you or me. Battles in futility. God, you say you set the prisoners free. Yet what I see, is so many instances of captivity. But I know you know what I cannot. You see what I can’t. Their future is in your hands. For them you have greater plans. So please forgive me for my judgments and my doubts. My thoughts of them being lesser than what they truly are. For the unloving words I’ve hurled. In spite of their trials and sorrows I still take heart, cause You’ve overcome the world.
