Abused
Feeling worthless
How could this happen
I thought he loved me
Respected me
Wanted me
Left in a room
With a man I hardly knew
A camera
In the centre
Filming this unwanted experience
Used
Abused
And fed up
It’s my sanity that he took
Need to escape
But where to
He controls every move I make
Guest post
A deeply heartfelt piece of poetry written, & published anonymously with
permission, by a young sexually exploited teenager during one of my workshops x
