Here is a small contribution I wrote today in an attempt to fight against Child Pornography!
Mr. Pimp fight for me…
By: Besa Kosova
Friday, July 31, 2009
Mr. Pimp, I don’t like this dress,
It’s one of the little princess,
and the hair dye does not fit me,
why do you tamper my identity?
Mr. Pimp, what is your name,
why do you fill my life with shame,
can’t you see my life away you throw,
while I try to spread wings and grow?
Mr. Pimp, I’m just a child,
and not some prostitute wild,
I still have much to live and learn,
yet, my dreams with drugs you burn.
Mr. Pimp, I wish I wasn’t born,
To become an exploitation of porn,
and, what happened to my mommy and dad,
did they need they need money that bad?
Mr. Pimp, can’t you see,
what you’re doing the little life in me,
feeding me drugs is not hospitality,
but instead, child brutality?
Mr. Pimp, where are we driving,
to trade me so fast, why are you thriving?
Why are we at the border crossing?
My adolescence why are you tossing?
Mr. Pimp, were you ever a kid?
You dreams did anyone forbid?
Or were you born a pedophile,
have you always been this vile?
Mr. Pimp, I don’t want a massage,
nor do I need the beautiful corsage,
I don’t want to dance pretty for your friend,
for I am tired of this game pretend.
Mr. Pimp, I don’t like the way I’m touched,
the way the old mister has my legs clutched,
Mr. Pimp, it hurts, it hurts so bad…
Can’t you hear my cry, can’t you see me sad?
Mr. Pimp, you commit a heinous crime,
Deep inside I know you’re not a slime,
Please, please, please, set me free,
I beg you to fight for this child – ME!