I’m guest posting today on the lovely Sara Askin’s blog who is hosting 31 days of poetry. I’m not much of a poet myself. The truth is I don’t often “get” poetry. I’m just not that deep, y’all. But every once awhile a subject matter will come along that’s just too complex to explain through story telling and only a poem will do.
A couple years ago I took a creative writing class in which I had to write a sestina. Heartbroken over human trafficking, I was inspired by an online article about an escaped sex slave and wrote the following…
The room was filthy and cockroach infested.
Locked in a cage. Shocked with electrical wire. Whipped with metal cables until raw,
it all culminated in gang rape.
My mother sold me at 7. Twenty times a day my legs were pried open.
Burned with hot pokers forced to lie under the cover of biting insects was the torture
for a failed escape. I took my chances: fate would give me death or freedom.
There are 12 million of us, voiceless, desperate to be free.
But 32 billion reasons why selling our womanhood remains a global infestation…
You can read the rest of this poem/sestina here.