The cargo, women wearing subdued faces, startled eyes; their clothes rumpled from drawn-out journeys in containers and rides in stuffy long-haul trucks. None will have a say in their destination. There are women here by chance; and women, who in seeking freedom, found their hell; women pawned off to pay a debt. All enslaved by greed and lust.
They, losing dignity, descending down the ladder of the inhumane.
The bidding begins after inspection of teeth, bone structure, height, weight and projected potential for turning a profit. There are long-necked Nubians, leggy blonds, the doe-eyed brown-haired, some barely budding breasts — someone for every customer’s taste. The flawed are kept as servants, prisoners in private homes, workers in smoky whore houses and walkers on street corners in Red Light Districts.
Althea Romeo-Mark II. Pockets Empty, Head full of Stories
Old Man Ronald used to go away on seasonal journeys to fulfill his dream of streets paved with gold.
He dreamed of pockets filled with greenbacks And saving money for a Cadillac.
The streets not so golden,
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