A Whispher from a Girl like me

This story might seem stale but i will re-post it anyway... It's over a hundred days...

With great fright and trembling from the tiny corner I share with the rest of us, I whisper this, sending it through the wind with great hope it gets to you.
If you are a girl like me and you are probably in the comfort of your home and family; in the warmth and protection of your loved ones.
Lucky you!
We desired perhaps what you might have desired. We had dreams and aspirations; we wanted to make something meaningful out of life. We chose to pursue our dreams in our little corner against all odds.

But,
All was cut short on a day like this…
“Wash my feet and kiss my boot!” One yelled.
“You are such a beautiful young girl” another said with great lust.
Painful moans and slaps with seeds of hatred growing as our faces are held tight in their hands and our eyes locked closely on theirs, is what we get for breakfast and dinner!
We are helpless and hearts and hands feeble and weak.
We are tortured and hurt deeply over and over, abandoned with the stench from sticky sweats and cigar in the woods.
We desire to fight; we desire to get back our lives and freedom, leaving behind the memories of these…if ever.
We just want to get back home!
We might have been chained and battered; we might be weak, fearful and helpless. But we are not hopeless. And we will not give up, We would rather die trying…
If you are a girl and reading this, then you are very lucky because it could have been anyone.
I am a girl and I say,
BRING BACK OUR GIRLS!

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