LIFE

Remembering those daysStaring out the window from roof top

Always a slave for money

Used and thrown

Being on display was always the job

Picked and chosen , a nightmare 

Thrown into a red light area

Never given a choice 

Fought one day and broke through the chains

Freedom tasted sweet but reality hit hard

Money was a problem, when she met a kind soul

Gave her work as bar maid

Now a owner of a bar

She sat with legs crossed

Interviewing a girl similar to her

Placed her hand on the girl’s shoulder and said,

“Welcome to your new life dear.”
-Nithya❤

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