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Welcome To The Game


This is a poem I wrote, and a great way to introduce to focus of my blog. I call it “Welcome To The Game”

I was only 14 when I was taken away
No more childhood, no more time to play
Manipulated by the words of an evil man
Telling me he loved me was just part of his plan
We were all shot up with GHB
So drugged and confused with no way to flea
Make up all done and dressed like a whore
Thrown in a van, forced to lay on the floor
A ten minute drive and then we were there
I was pulled inside by the strings of my hair
It was a dark room and I stood centerstage
And sold to a man over three times my age
When we got to his house he said “sex not rape”
And it was all recorded so I stole the tape
After smoking Meth he stabbed me all high
Bruised and bleeding on the carpet, I wanted to die
I thought of the things that I had once had
And I cried out loud for my mom and my dad
After being groomed I took date after date
And by this time I had accepted my fate
He killed my best friend in front of my eyes
And I was so scared I backed up his lies
I was sure I was next and begged him not to shoot
Welcome to the life of a child prostitute
After getting dressed up, I would go walk the track
Never bringing less than a thousand dollars back
Seven thousand five hundred was my price to be traded
My new pimp was nicer and my bruises had faded
Instead of the track I was pimped out online
I started to think everything would be fine
Somehow I became a prostitute star
And made to believe that I would go far
I become the second girl from the top
That’s a good place to be so why try to stop?
But eventually he had gotten busted
Snitched on by some girls that he trusted
We were arrested together, he and I
And I covered him in a well practiced lie
When I went on probation, relief finally came
I was moved out of state and out of the game
But I made a mistake and I had to come back
When I got on the plane I had a panic attack
In only two days word was that I was back around
And after twenty four hours, I had been found
I went back to the one that was least violent of all
Trickin again, I could feel myself fall
The dates pay you in cash or drugs
They shower you with kind words and hugs
Pretending to want sex when you don’t is like the worst thing
You don’t understand the pain that can bring
In less than six weeks I couldn’t even tell you the year
Because the game is based on confusion and fear
God answered a prayer when I asked him to take me away
A prayer it would all be over one day
A police sting operation was my very last date
A warm summer night that changed my fate
At first I ran but I didn’t get far
I was hiding and shaking and holding my scar
I stood there naked while cops shined a light in my face
They said I could get out and be in a safe place
I tried to tell them all that I knew
But six hours isn’t enough to tell you all I’ve been through
Now I’m in a safe house and don’t know what’s next
I’m too scared to go out so I just sit and text
A target goes out for the girls who snitch
Usually put out by the bottom bitch
It all hurts so much I would rather be numb
I try to break the thoughts that I’m pretty but dumb
Law enforcement was supposed to be the enemy
But now I don’t know because they set me free
I don’t know what my future will hold
But it will be better, at least so I’m told
I haven’t taken my slave mark off yet
I started to once but began to fret
I can’t eat or sleep and flashbacks plaque my head
I try not to think, tossing and turning in bed
I hate this feeling of being alone
And I’m confused about where my life has been thrown
I can’t really picture my life off the track
But I promise myself I will never go back
I know there is a life outside of the tricks
But before that there is a lot that needs fixed
Nothing good ever comes out of this stuff
Eventually every girl will have has enough
Some will get out and some never do
They say you age out but that isn’t true
I knew someone who aged out at fifty six
Bit she died a year later, a methamphetamine fix
Most girls who get out just switch to selling drugs
They roll around with the gangsters and thugs
While others end up back where they began
Because it’s the only world that they understand
If not your not in the game what you think is probably wrong
Preconceived notions tend to tag along
Girls are treated like ragdolls back on the stables
It’s not fun or pretty like in the fables
If you think the girls like it, don’t be a fool
No one wants to live under dictator rule
There honestly is nothing to gain
To want this life you must be insane
Pimps and prostitutes ate trained from the time they are young
They’ll be stuck in this world til their days are done
You can take a pimp off the street one will replace him the same
So if this is new news to you…Welcome to the Game.


This blog is going to shed light on a dark world most can only imagine.  I will include my personal experiances with general information on The Game of Honolulu as well as updates from what’s going on down at the track.  The track refers to a certain line of streets in the heart of Waikiki that is known as a red light area.  I hope to bring this world into the light and expose it for what it really is.

If you are being trafficked there is help. Get yourself out before it’s to late. 
For Hawaii…

For Continental US… 

If you want help but you’re scared, and I know you are…I am here too. And I know what you go through. And I know you deserve better.