She moved from impoverish countrysides
tricked into the mainland

On one-way tickets of misleaded lies

Where she was told she could make

Money as a waitress

Old village princess that once lived

Has now died

The long debt she has to pay off

To man that smuggled her, her pimp
is a race with no finish lines

As she marathon under men’s bodies

She just lies there
tries not think about it, mindless, zombie

grips the ends of bed sheets
like she grips the end of a rock cliffs

with her life

only thinking
fighting for food on family tables

poverty stricken farmers, no income able

but she works, she works

20 a men a day
for 20 dollars each

To only get 20 percent
to pay off the 20 G she’s deep in

Exploitation
coercion
manifested entrapped endlessness of confusion

I once walk Thailand Streets

Seeing women make lunch lines waiting

Cover spectrum of white man eyes
looked down upon, its animal feed, degrading

Superimposed sexual stances of mini-skirt naked thighs

Turning forward then back at man will

Needing for this man’s money

So today

She takes this man’s fill

Thai women forced packaged input

To put out

Through man’s machine

            Suppressed

            Compressed

            Wrinkled

            Stream cleaned

            Banged up/ Busted

All in on day’s routine

Tourist white men move down

sex slavery assembly lines

            checking how real

             grabbing how firm

              rubbing how soft

                taking how much

like shopping for tomatoes

            without emotion

            without hesitation

            without a soul

Where exactly is the humanity in all this

When women become no more than

A thriving tourist attraction

In lonely planet travel books
and when theres more traffic
in sweatshops & brothels

than on freeways

Its crazy,

that we get more mad at the traffic in the LA

Than the trafficking of humans to LA

I understand that we have our own lives to live
but the life of a trafficked victim

is not life worth living

Fact: Survivors, if can call them that
have high rates
suicide depression
STD infection

Realities already been broken
mental disconnection

Victims don’t even know they’re being victimized
exploits of cheap labor become the norm
its internalized

I know but

What exactly are we to do

When we’re just passive bystanders

Just standing and passing by

But I understand now we need not be saviors

Of these people

But students

Students that understand these humans
are human

And not just victims of capitalistic malicious structure

But warriors of their own worlds

And demands for cheap labor & sex
capitalism

Imperialism
patriarchy
Modern day slavery

Sent them to battle

So let pay homage to them
and occupy

Shout out to all the activists in the Occupy movement