A few weeks ago, I performed a monologue about sex-trafficking at Just(is)Love. This is a performance event that educated individuals about different kinds of slavery all over the world. My monologue shared the story of a young teenager from Bellingham who was coerced into sex-trafficking. To state the obvious, it was a very difficult story to share.
These were my thoughts after the performance:
I was scared to tell your story.
My nerves jittered and I wondered
could I make it seem real?
The monologue, to me, seemed like forever,
but after just four minutes of my life,
I walked off the stage,
and people told me what a nice job I’d done,
acting.
We cleaned up, put the plastic chain away.
My kind parents drove me home
To my familiar and comfortable house.
The make-up scar washed off easily.
I drank tea, pet my dog, talked with my brother, said goodnight.
Now I’m drifting to sleep in my own
safe bed.
I wonder where you are tonight.