When I thought I was going to rot,

These people took me in, gave me three meals and a cot

They told me I was safe, and I believed that for a time

But now under their tight hold, I struggle, regretting not realizing their deceiving crime

They've imprinted a barcode unto my skin,

Any control lost, from the outside to within

All future dreams and aspirations are ruined

As I am no longer human

Dirty…

Stupid…

Worthless…

Is what they told me,

Now, looking in the mirror that is all I see,

Forced to do things I don't want to do,

But no resistance is a must, if I want a chance to see my whole life through

When I was a child, I held so much trust in humanity,

Now I realize that was just utter insanity,

I am an item, property, a way to gain an absolute profit,

All my worth invested in how much money others promised,

I have no choice.

I have no voice.

Will you stop this?

Or is the compassion of mankind something to reminisce?

Don't let this story go untold…

Cause I bet you, like me..

They won't know that humans are still being sold.