Sex Trafficking
by DeAnn Newhouse
Mirror, Mirror, on the Wall
Does anyone see me, anyone at all?
I cannot endure this ongoing gall
I am a fourteen-year-old runaway walking the street
Working for a john and selling sex to everyone I meet
Everyone just seems to pass me by
Doesn’t anyone see me when I cry?
Mirror, Mirror, on the Wall
I am really truly about to fall
Where are all the social workers when I call?
Don’t they see my pain?
Don’t they see my tears flowing like rain?
Help me, help me, I do plead
The drugs, the alcohol, is not what I need
Mirror, Mirror, on the Wall
Social workers do not forget about me and my plight
Approach me and reach out to me in the night
Do not pretend I do not exist
I could be your sister, or your niece at best
Social workers wake up this very day
And get me out of this life, I pray.
DeAnn Newhouse is a student at Shippensburg University majoring in social work.