When it comes to trafficking
I don’t hate anyone
I just know
they’re not spiritual people they haven’t learned the lessons that were on earth that all people have
all they do is please themselves in self-indulgence
pigs in a trough
making their life look glamorous
when people follow them into a pit of despair
they realise the emptiness
That there is nothing there
of trying to be something that they’re not supposed to be
and it’s all smoke and mirrors and it changes their real destiny
The “pick me girls” all want to give consent
He thought it would be fun to have a dog attack
That he would have the support of every actress
The pick me, pick me, the please say I’m pretties
I was told my company
Was doing
Just too well
I was told that
Not to go to Vogue again
That my hair looked to good
And the lies from London to cover up trafficking
Couldn’t be covered if I was covered in Country Style
But I’d already been on NBC and KWX at a spa in Florida
The week before I met them all
I lied to him
Because they always up the ante when it comes to trafficking
The disgusting men who buy and sell women
Who did he sell his hooker too
He called her is whore
And asked her to do
A favour or two
He said a narcissistic woman or two
Would see him through
I said that I didn’t want a child’s body
That I liked my womanly body
Hey what’s it to you
Buy a woman for a night
Don’t own women to make you rich