She was just a girl from Moldova.
Spinning tricks on a dime.
Her thoughts and dreams
broken it seemed, for all time.
They promised her good work.
Passports, money, transfer to London.
Hugged her mother goodbye,
dropped tears in the dust.
Just a girl from Moldova
trying to make it.
One less mouth to feed.
She didn't know she'd bleed.
Took a ride to the airport
with the man in the van.
Many flat miles ran past
and the rain ran down fast.
Just a girl from Moldova.
He drove her to a house, latched the gate.
The door slammed, sealed her fate.
Men on sofa chairs, stare - staring.
Just a girl from Moldova.
Life spins on a dime.
They really have her over.
They take her passport, ticket, money.
Where's the airport?
What is this place?
Let me go! They do not.
Just a girl from Moldova.
Strip her, put her with some other girls.
Against the wall they hold her.
Take turns and break her.
Just a girl from Moldova.
Life spins on a dime.
They really have her over.
Shut in a room, the clock turns
the hours, the days, the years.
Men come, and come and come.
She claws the wall, the floor, the door.
Just a girl from Moldova.
Life spins on a dime.
They really have her over.
Just a girl from Moldova.
Dreams dust, clouds obscure the moon.
Her eyes trace the carpet's pattern
as it rolls again - another man's tune.
Sick from misuse, broken doll.
They drive her down a track
in the forest, way out back,
and drop her crooked in a rut.
Just a girl from Moldova.
Life spins on a dime.
They really have her over.
Just a girl from Moldova.
A woodsman picks her up.
Takes her to a hospital.
Her story isn't over.
Months pass, she hardens.
Plans, nursing her hate -
snake coils under her heart.
Claws back strength, dream's new.
Just a girl from Moldova.
All the details, etched in her mind.
Sees her plans clear through hate's lens.
Snapped open, no longer blind.
Now she heads up
Every tormentor, she finds.
Saves her sisters from these animals.
Just a girl from Moldova.
She bites back at those that bit her.
Puts them in jail ... cages for ages.
She really has them over.
Just a girl from Moldova.
Life spins on a dime.
She really has them over.
Just a girl from Moldova.
Life spins on a dime.
She really has them over.
© Jennifer Phillips (All rights reserved)
(Poem loosely based on "Sex Traffic" (2004) and "The Girl from Ipanema"
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