She was a young girl
Innocent on the outside
But on the inside she was broken
She lived the life
Of many girls like her in the same situation
Knowing she would be forced into a real nightmare
Sold to an elder man
How much pain could her soul bear?
exchanged and sold for a few sheep
but not enough for her to eat or to sleep
physical and mental abuse
Only she couldn’t choose
Their choices were made clear to her
The pain and hurt
Raped and treated like dirt
Living without purpose
Always been treated as if she was a real burden
But in reality
The shame is on them
Pointing their fingers towards the Islamic religion
But this kind of exchange aren't from a Islamic tradition
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